Marry Ex's Billionaire Uncle After Divorce (Aurora and Jasper) novel Chapter 110

Chapter 75: Not a Good Person

(Author’s POV)

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Joyce smiled. “I did, actually. Just yesterday. She works in the biotech research division at Everett Group. Honey, you have no idea what a coincidence this is–she used to work in the secretarial department at your company. Her name is Aurora Caldwell.”

The silence that followed was very brief.

Sienna’s expression didn’t change. She lifted her wine glass and took a slow sip. But something shifted behind her eyes – a quick, cold calculation that Joyce almost caught and

then lost.

“Aurora Caldwell,” Sienna repeated.

“You know her?”

“Know her.” Sienna set the glass down. Her voice shifted – not dramatically, just a shade warmer, a shade more concerned. “Grandma, I know her very well. That’s why I’m worried.”

Joyce looked at her. “Worried?”

“She’s not what she appears to be.” Sienna leaned forward slightly. “I know she seems warm, attentive, all of that. She’s very good at that. But she’s Jasper’s ex–wife, and the way that marriage ended – it wasn’t clean.”

“What do you mean?”

“She walked out of our company with confidential technical files. Just took them when she left and turned up at Everett Group.” Sienna’s voice was measured, careful. “And at a business dinner – a formal event, with guests – she threw the divorce papers at Jasper in front of everyone. Made a scene deliberately. She wanted to humiliate him publicly.”

George’s expression had gone hard. He was listening.

Sienna continued. “And there’s something else. Her younger brother is a leukemia patient. Out of pity for the boy, I went to get tested for bone marrow compatibility, and it was a match. Instead, she threatened me–if I didn’t donate my bone marrow to her brother, she would divorce me and take half of the company’s patent technology.” She paused. “That’s the kind of person she is.”

Joyce sat very still.

“And that day on the street,” Sienna added, lowering her voice just slightly, “I don’t think it was

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coincidence. I think she knew who you were.”

The room was quiet.

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Joyce’s instinct pushed back immediately. She was very clear that she had fainted suddenly, without any warning. Aurora simply walked over, and then took action. A person couldn’t manufacture a cardiac episode in a stranger on a public street.

But George spoke before she could say anything.

“Sienna is our granddaughter,” he said, his tone leaving no room. “She has no reason to make things up. If she says this woman has bad character, then she has bad character.” He looked at Joyce. “You thank her properly, give her something for her trouble, and that’s the end of it. No more dinners, no more contact.”

Joyce didn’t answer right away.

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She was thinking about the way Aurora had looked across the dinner table – steady, unhurried, genuinely curious. The way she’d boxed up a second portion of food for someone at home without making anything of it. The way her eyes had gone quiet and a little wry when she talked about the years she’d spent doing something other than research.

That woman and the portrait Sienna was painting did not look like the same person.

Sienna must have read the hesitation on her face, because she pressed on. “I know the resemblance to Mom is striking. I understand why that gets to you.” Her voice softened, and it was almost kind. “But Grandma – even if they look alike, Aurora is nothing like her. She doesn’t deserve to be compared to Mom. Please don’t let her appearance fool you. I’ve seen

what she’s capable of.”

Joyce looked down at her hands. She didn’t say yes. She didn’t say no.

(Aurora’s POV)

I let myself into the house just after eight, the takeout bag in one hand and my keys in the

other.

Phineas was in the sitting room. He looked up when I came in.

“The food’s gone cold,” I said. “Give me a few minutes.”

He nodded and didn’t argue.

I went to the kitchen and put everything in the oven to warm through. While I waited, I leaned against the counter and checked my phone. Nothing urgent. I scrolled back to the messages from earlier – the exchange I’d had with Phineas when I was still at the restaurant, trying to

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figure out how late I’d be. He’d responded in his usual way: brief, unbothered, not a single unnecessary word.

I’d found myself smiling at it anyway.

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When the food was ready, I carried it through to the dining room. That was when I noticed the flowers – white roses in a tall glass vase on the side table, fully open, the petals thick and clean in the warm light.

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