Step aside, Uncle Pride：Your Nephew is My Next Man - Chapter 80: Chapter 80
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Garrett stared in shock at the scene before him—the basement had been reduced to a blackened ruin.
After a long moment, he violently kicked his security guard in the stomach. "Where's Rylee? I told you to save her!"
The guard hung his head, trembling as he answered: "S-sir, we don't know what happened. Mrs. Montgomery seems to have vanished into thin air. The firefighters said they found no remains inside."
"We tried to report it to you, but we couldn't get through."
"Before you left, you instructed us not to disturb you and the Davis sisters, so we eventually gave up. We thought we'd report back when you returned."
Just then, a mailman called from outside: "Mr. Montgomery! Mail for you!"
The security guard, seeing a chance to escape Garrett's wrath, rushed to collect it and respectfully handed it to him.
Garrett opened it with a cold expression—inside, he was shocked to find a divorce certificate.
His fingers trembled uncontrollably as he mumbled, "I forgot to withdraw it... Rylee will be heartbroken when she finds out."
Then he reassured himself, "It's okay. Once I find Rylee and comfort her properly, we can remarry."
He cast one last look at the basement ruins before returning to the bedroom.
There, he discovered that every trace of my existence had been erased. The entire room had been transformed—a princess bed replaced our old one, pink curtains hung where neutral ones had been, even the floor mats were new.
Garrett suddenly exploded in rage. "Get rid of all this garbage!"
"Where are my wife's things? Bring everything back!"
The housekeeper nervously approached. "Sir, when the Davis sisters moved in, they ordered us to throw out all of Mrs. Montgomery's belongings. They said it was on your orders."
Garrett exploded in rage, striking the housekeeper across the face. "Who told you to listen to them?!"
The housekeeper remained silent, head bowed.
Garrett refreshed his phone again, seeing I still hadn't responded.
His calls went unanswered.
Garrett lowered his eyes and anxiously typed another message:
[Rylee, I'm back. I promise I'm done playing games. Stop hiding, okay?]
[I swear I'll be faithful to you from now on. Please come back.]
But this time, he discovered I had blocked him completely.
Furious, Garrett hurled his phone to the ground and roared at his security team: "FIND HER! I want Rylee Winters in front of me within three days!"
Meanwhile, Julian Hayes sat by my hospital bed, peeling an apple for me.
"Feeling better today?"
I nodded. "Thank you."
He smiled, cutting the apple into small pieces. "No need to be so formal. We're getting married soon."
I felt suddenly shy.
After Garrett had handed me those divorce papers, I'd felt completely hollow. Just then, my childhood neighbor Julian had texted asking how I was doing.
Without thinking, I asked if he would marry me.
I saw he was typing for a while, and immediately regretted my message. I was about to explain myself when his reply came through.
It was simple: "I'm flying back immediately to introduce you to my parents. They've missed you."
By then, I had completely lost faith in Garrett.
I figured marrying someone else would at least free me from his constant hurt.
But I never expected what happened afterward. If Julian hadn't arrived when he did, I would have died.
Remembering everything I'd been through, I clenched my fists, hatred blazing in my eyes.
I suddenly grabbed Julian's wrist and looked directly into his eyes. "When are we getting married?"
Julian laughed softly, stroking my head. "Still as impatient as when you were little. We'll get married once you're healed."
"My parents have already prepared everything for the wedding. Don't worry."
And so, I spent three full months recovering before Julian allowed me to leave the hospital.
Despite his tender care, the burn scars were inevitable.
Julian noticed me staring at them and gently reassured me: "Don't worry. I've found the best scar removal specialist. With proper treatment, they'll fade completely."
Yet I shook my head. "I want to keep them."
These scars would remind me of the damage Garrett and the Davis sisters had inflicted.
I looked up at Julian. "Will they bother you?"
Julian bent down and softly kissed one of my scars, smiling at me. "Of course not."
After a long moment, he violently kicked his security guard in the stomach. "Where's Rylee? I told you to save her!"
The guard hung his head, trembling as he answered: "S-sir, we don't know what happened. Mrs. Montgomery seems to have vanished into thin air. The firefighters said they found no remains inside."
"We tried to report it to you, but we couldn't get through."
"Before you left, you instructed us not to disturb you and the Davis sisters, so we eventually gave up. We thought we'd report back when you returned."
Just then, a mailman called from outside: "Mr. Montgomery! Mail for you!"
The security guard, seeing a chance to escape Garrett's wrath, rushed to collect it and respectfully handed it to him.
Garrett opened it with a cold expression—inside, he was shocked to find a divorce certificate.
His fingers trembled uncontrollably as he mumbled, "I forgot to withdraw it... Rylee will be heartbroken when she finds out."
Then he reassured himself, "It's okay. Once I find Rylee and comfort her properly, we can remarry."
He cast one last look at the basement ruins before returning to the bedroom.
There, he discovered that every trace of my existence had been erased. The entire room had been transformed—a princess bed replaced our old one, pink curtains hung where neutral ones had been, even the floor mats were new.
Garrett suddenly exploded in rage. "Get rid of all this garbage!"
"Where are my wife's things? Bring everything back!"
The housekeeper nervously approached. "Sir, when the Davis sisters moved in, they ordered us to throw out all of Mrs. Montgomery's belongings. They said it was on your orders."
Garrett exploded in rage, striking the housekeeper across the face. "Who told you to listen to them?!"
The housekeeper remained silent, head bowed.
Garrett refreshed his phone again, seeing I still hadn't responded.
His calls went unanswered.
Garrett lowered his eyes and anxiously typed another message:
[Rylee, I'm back. I promise I'm done playing games. Stop hiding, okay?]
[I swear I'll be faithful to you from now on. Please come back.]
But this time, he discovered I had blocked him completely.
Furious, Garrett hurled his phone to the ground and roared at his security team: "FIND HER! I want Rylee Winters in front of me within three days!"
Meanwhile, Julian Hayes sat by my hospital bed, peeling an apple for me.
"Feeling better today?"
I nodded. "Thank you."
He smiled, cutting the apple into small pieces. "No need to be so formal. We're getting married soon."
I felt suddenly shy.
After Garrett had handed me those divorce papers, I'd felt completely hollow. Just then, my childhood neighbor Julian had texted asking how I was doing.
Without thinking, I asked if he would marry me.
I saw he was typing for a while, and immediately regretted my message. I was about to explain myself when his reply came through.
It was simple: "I'm flying back immediately to introduce you to my parents. They've missed you."
By then, I had completely lost faith in Garrett.
I figured marrying someone else would at least free me from his constant hurt.
But I never expected what happened afterward. If Julian hadn't arrived when he did, I would have died.
Remembering everything I'd been through, I clenched my fists, hatred blazing in my eyes.
I suddenly grabbed Julian's wrist and looked directly into his eyes. "When are we getting married?"
Julian laughed softly, stroking my head. "Still as impatient as when you were little. We'll get married once you're healed."
"My parents have already prepared everything for the wedding. Don't worry."
And so, I spent three full months recovering before Julian allowed me to leave the hospital.
Despite his tender care, the burn scars were inevitable.
Julian noticed me staring at them and gently reassured me: "Don't worry. I've found the best scar removal specialist. With proper treatment, they'll fade completely."
Yet I shook my head. "I want to keep them."
These scars would remind me of the damage Garrett and the Davis sisters had inflicted.
I looked up at Julian. "Will they bother you?"
Julian bent down and softly kissed one of my scars, smiling at me. "Of course not."
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