I Ctrl+Alt+Deleted My Ex and Ctrl+C'd His Uncle novel Chapter 274

Chapter 274

The Chandler household immediately bustled with activity, and even Ethan rushed back the moment he got the call.

Two cars pulled up at the gate almost at the same time.

In Marcus’s trunk were gifts he had carefully prepared for his in–laws.

Sophie stepped out of the car and nearly lost her footing. For a moment, her legs wobbled and she almost stumbled.

Strong, warm hands caught her instantly.

“Careful, Sophie,” Ethan said, his brows furrowed.

Marcus rushed forward in the next second, taking Sophie from Ethan’s grasp.

“She’s carrying two lives now. You should be more careful, Sophie,” Ethan added, then gave Marcus a meaningful glance. “And if anything’s wrong, tell your brother right away.”

Before Sophie could respond, Marcus cut in smoothly.

“Thank you for your concern, brother, but she’s safe with me.”

Being called brother by a man older than himself sent shivers down Ethan’s spine. Goosebumps prickled his arms.

Marcus arched a brow, then took Sophie’s hand and led her inside.

Ethan stood watching their backs, a strange emptiness creeping into his chest. Without thinking, he pulled out his phone and tapped open a chat–Sherry Shaw.

He typed just one character: 1.

As expected, the crimson exclamation mark popped up.

Your message was sent but rejected by the recipient.

The chat still showed their last conversation from a month ago. Ethan let out a long sigh, closed the phone, and muttered to himself, “Why does

this even make me sad?”

He had no answer.

Shaking his head, he walked inside.

Mr. Chandler was busy in the kitchen while Mrs. Chandler sat with Sophie on the sofa, holding her hand.

For once, Marcus–the aloof Mr. Morgan–found himself awkwardly out of place.

When Ethan came in, he tossed aside his jacket, changed his shoes, and strode straight into the kitchen. With practiced ease, he put on an apron

and began helping his father.

For as long as he could remember, his father had always been the one cooking. Later, Ethan had joined him, and for over twenty years, they had cooked side by side.

“I’ll give them a hand,” Marcus said, clearing his throat.

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Mrs. Chandler’s smile stiffened as she quickly waved her hands.

“No, no, Mr. Morgan–uh, I mean Marcus–you’re busy enough. Just sit down and wait for dinner.”

But Ethan emerged with a plate in hand, throwing Marcus a sideways glance, his lips curling into a faint smirk.

“No need, Mr. Morgan. We’ve got it covered.”

Marcus’s jaw tightened at the title. Ignoring Mrs. Chandler’s attempt to stop him, he strode into the kitchen, grabbed an apron, and tied it

around his waist.

“Dad, is there anything I can help with?”

Mr. Chandler turned and nearly jumped. Marcus, towering at nearly six foot three, with those sharp eyes always used to commanding boardrooms, stood awkwardly in his kitchen.

Ethan rolled his eyes.

“Really, Marcus, you’re not needed here.”

The word Mr. Morgan had clearly irritated him, and Marcus turned slowly, voice edged like a command.

“Call me Marcus.”

Ethan was speechless. Forcing a shrug, he dropped the subject.

Dinner was ready soon after. Marcus had been more of a hazard than a help, breaking three dishes in the process.

At the table, Ethan shot him a resentful look while Marcus coughed lightly, eyes shifting away in embarrassment.

Before they began eating, Sophie cleared her throat, her smile warm but a little mischievous as she looked at her parents and brother.

“Before dinner…. I have something big to tell you all.”

All eyes fell on her.

“Mom, Dad… you’re not just getting one grandchild. You’re getting two.”

Silence.

Mrs. Chandler’s eyes instantly welled with tears, her gaze locked on her daughter’s rounded belly.

“Sophie….” Her voice trembled.

Mr. Chandler turned away, silent, tears already sliding down his cheeks.

What should have been a moment of pure joy had the whole family crying instead.

Laughing through her tears, Mrs. Chandler clutched Sophie’s hand tightly.

“One baby is already hard enough… but two? My poor girl.”

“It’s true,” Sophie said softly, nodding.

Marcus spoke up, his voice steady.

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“Mom, Dad, don’t worry. I’ll take care of Sophie. You can count on me.”

Mr. Chandler wiped his eyes, his gaze still red. He dared not look directly at Sophie, so instead he faced Marcus.

“Marcus, thank you. This will be hard on you.”

Mrs. Chandler, on the other hand, couldn’t tear her eyes away from Sophie’s belly, overwhelmed with joy.

Ethan had been silent all along. Suddenly, he stood, left the table, and returned a moment later with a bank card.

“Sophie, I don’t know how else to help you, but this… this is my money. Don’t hold back on spending it.” His voice cracked.

Sophie’s hands trembled as she took the card. She knew it well. She remembered finding it in his diary as a child. On that page, twelve–year–old Ethan had written in childish scrawl: All the money I earn will be for Sophie.

Tears blurred her vision.

“Thank you, Ethan. Thank you, Mom and Dad.”

They raised their glasses-

Clink.

Happiness filled the room. Sophie’s eyes were wet. A tear slid down her hand as she looked around the table, finally resting her gaze on Marcus.

“Today,” Marcus whispered, “you’re the happiest woman in the world.”

Sophie’s lips curved proudly.

“No. Every day, I’m the happiest.”

Dinner ended, but Mr. and Mrs. Chandler kept the couple at home a while longer.

That evening, Sophie stayed with her mother while Ethan went out to the yard, where Marcus stood alone in the breeze.

“Marcus,” Ethan said, sitting beside him, holding out a bottle of liquor.

Marcus shook his head.

“Sophie doesn’t like the smell of alcohol now.”

The words hit Ethan like a blow. He realized how out of touch he’d become, not even knowing something so simple about her.

“Marcus, Sophie is the kindest soul in this world. I just hope… she never gets hurt.” Ethan’s gaze darkened with meaning.

Marcus met his eyes, calm but firm.

“She won’t. I’ll make sure of it.”

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