Hi Ex, Your Uncle Is My Hubby Now - Chapter 74: Chapter 74

Irene watched Dorian like a hawk, catching that fleeting glint of contempt in his eyes.
Dorian came from an illustrious family, backed by the powerful Barnes and Tucker families. On the surface, he was all manners, refinement, and humility.
But in truth, arrogance was etched into his very bones—woven into every fiber of his being.
Privileged elites like Dorian had always looked down on country folk.
And it was not just country folk—he saw ninety-nine percent of Eldraeth City's ordinary citizens as nothing more than sheep waiting to be sheared.
No capitalist had ever respected the flock he was about to fleece.
He sweetly called Ruth to her face, but in his heart, he was probably sneering at her as just some illiterate country bumpkin.
Irene suddenly lost her appetite for the feast before her.
After dinner, Dorian put on his usual show of being the perfect gentleman, offering to drive Irene and Ruth home.
Irene quickly made up an excuse and said, "Grandma has an old friend who moved to Eldraeth City years ago. The elderly lady is in poor health, so we're planning to visit her."
She added with a polite smile, "No need for you to go out of your way to drive us."
Upon learning that Ruth still planned to visit her old friend from her hometown, Dorian's enthusiasm waned. He merely dropped Irene and Ruth off at the studio before promptly leaving.
Ruth remained unusually quiet during the ride home, a stark contrast to her animated conversation at the dinner table.
Irene's car was parked in the garage. She took Ruth by the hand and led her toward the underground parking.
Once in the car, Irene was about to start the engine when Ruth suddenly grabbed her wrist. "Rini," she said, "why did you lie earlier?
"You and Dorian are practically engaged. Of course he'd want to drive us home."
Ruth was no fool.
She knew perfectly well she had no old friend who'd moved to Eldraeth City.
Irene was clearly avoiding Dorian.
She asked point-blank, "Are you and Dorian having some trouble?"
Irene put it plainly, "Grandma, Dorian is no good. I won't be with him."
Sure enough, there was trouble.
Without knowing the full story, Ruth wouldn't jump to conclusions or blame either Dorian or Irene.
Wanting to understand what really happened, she asked, "Did Dorian do something wrong? He seems like a good kid to me—always polite and well-mannered in both what he says and does."
Irene remained silent.
'With everything Dorian has done... I don't even know where to begin,' she thought to herself, overwhelmed.
Ruth wasn't an unreasonable old lady. Seeing that Irene seemed reluctant to talk, she gently took her hand.
Ruth spoke earnestly, "Rini, whether your marriage brings you happiness or suffering, you'll be the one to bear it.
"That's how life is, too.
"As your grandma, I can only offer guidance. You can listen, but you don't have to follow my wishes.
"Rini, Grandma doesn't care who makes you happy. I only care about your happiness.
"If anything's troubling you, just tell me, okay?"
Ruth's hint couldn't have been clearer.
She wanted Irene to open up, to share whatever was weighing on her heart, so they could face it together.
"Grandma, you're the best grandma in the world!" Irene beamed, her admiration for Ruth shining through.
In Irene's eyes, Ruth was a woman of true wisdom.
Even though Irene was a straight-A student from a top university, she always felt she could never match her grandma's clarity or insight.
The things Ruth said were the kind of heartfelt advice that even many highly educated parents couldn't express.
Everyone said Irene was abandoned at birth—a poor, unlucky child. But she never saw herself that way.
Honestly, Irene felt blessed. After all, Ruth raised her and shared all her wisdom about life. That was more than most people ever got.
Irene leaned against Ruth's shoulder and cooed, "When I grow up, I want to be as wise as you, Grandma."
Ruth gently squeezed Irene's fingers and coaxed softly, "Sweetheart, can you tell me what's really going on between you two?"
Irene finally stopped hiding and confessed, "Dorian is cheating on me."
Worried that Ruth might not understand, Irene explained, "Do you know what that means? It means he's..."
Ruth immediately caught on. "You mean Dorian's got another woman on the side? He's two-timing you?"
Ruth rattled off the trendy phrases without missing a beat.
Shaking with rage, Ruth exploded, "If that bastard dares to two-time you, I'll cut off his balls and feed them to the fish!"
Irene was left speechless.
She thought, 'Wow, Grandma is so hip! Not only does she get all the internet memes, but her insults could go viral.
'Looks like she's been scrolling through Twitter a lot, even out here in the countryside.'
Irene added, "Yeah, he's not just two-timing me with another woman—he's actually plotting to kill me."
Ruth gasped in shock. "What in the world do you mean by that?"
Irene really wanted to pour out everything Dorian had done to her before—all those monstrous deeds.
But she was afraid the shock might harm Ruth's health.
Irene kept her experience of traveling back in time a secret, but finally confided in Ruth. "Dorian's mistress has the same Rh-negative blood type as I do. She suffers from a hereditary heart disease—her father died of it in his thirties, and she's doomed to the same fate.
"And I, too, have Rh-negative blood.
"I'm starting to think Dorian wants my heart to save his mistress!"
Ruth suddenly yanked Irene's hand, pulling her close.
Through gritted teeth, Ruth demanded, "Are you serious? Is everything you said true?"
Irene nodded firmly. "Yeah. I had Valerie investigate Dorian's mistress's background—I'm dead certain."
Ruth simply couldn't believe it was true.
With uncertainty in her voice, she said hesitantly, "Couldn't this just be... a coincidence? Maybe you two just happen to share the same blood type, and that's all?"
Irene dropped another bombshell. "His mistress is Amaris Sullivan, living in Halverra City now, with a figurehead fiancé who's just for show.
"On the surface, Dorian and Amaris are just 'ordinary' friends, who barely even see each other once a year.
"But in private, Dorian keeps using so-called business trips as an excuse to sneak off to Halverra City and meet up with her.
"And every time Dorian goes, Miss Sullivan's so-called fiancé conveniently disappears. Grandma, doesn't that stink to high heaven?"
Hearing this, Ruth's expression turned thunderous.
Irene added coldly, "Plus, Valerie discovered that Amaris's latest medical reports were alarming—the doctors are strongly recommending she undergo a heart transplant as soon as possible."
When all these so-called coincidences piled up, it was no longer chance—it was a calculated scheme!
"Rini, if your suspicions are right, then that bastard Dorian is truly vile!" Ruth's voice trembled with fury.
Ever since Dorian became the suspected scumbag trying to harm Irene, Ruth's way of referring to him had changed from "that boy" to "that bastard."
"If he dares target your heart," Ruth threatened, "I'll pierce his, mash it to pieces, and can it for the cats!"
She might just be an uneducated country woman—no manners, no schooling, no sense of the law.
But she knew one thing for sure: blood for blood.
Ruth would truly risk her life and fight Dorian to the death for Irene.