Too Late Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now novel Chapter 115

Aiden's POV

I rushed home as soon as I heard Thomas had shown up at my house. The entire drive, my mind filled with worst-case scenarios—my uncle was never one for subtlety, especially when it came to matters he considered "family business."

When I arrived, I found exactly what I'd feared—Thomas sitting across from Aria, clearly in the middle of one of his infamous intimidation routines. I stood at the entrance, taking in the scene before me.

What surprised me, though, was Aria's expression. Instead of looking frightened or upset, there was a gleam of excitement in her eyes. The tension that had been building in my chest during the drive home finally eased.

With measured steps, I walked over and gently pulled her behind me, positioning myself between her and my uncle's piercing glare.

"What brings you here?" I asked Thomas, keeping my voice deliberately neutral.

Behind me, I felt Aria rise onto her tiptoes, her hand resting lightly on my arm as she whispered into my ear, "Thank God you're back. I might've given your uncle a heart attack if you hadn't shown up."

"Don't worry about it," I murmured back, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.

Our interaction didn't go unnoticed. Thomas's face darkened to an alarming shade as he watched our exchange.

"Do you even recognize me as your uncle anymore?" he demanded, his voice trembling with barely contained rage.

I met his gaze steadily. "Do you recognize me as your nephew?"

"Ungrateful brat!" Thomas spat out.

I could see the familiar signs—his face flushing, eyes darting around for something to throw. It was his typical response when things didn't go his way. As his hand reached toward one of Aunt Katherine's antique figurines on the coffee table, I felt something cold settle in my chest.

"This house belonged to Aunt Katherine," I said quietly, but with steel in my voice. "Everything in it belonged to her, now to me and my wife. You have no right to touch any of it."

I paused, letting my words sink in. "Aunt Katherine wouldn't have wanted you here in the first place. If you have something to discuss, contact me directly. There's no need to approach my wife."

Then I added, just to twist the knife a little deeper, "She only answers to me anyway."

"That's right!" Aria chimed in from behind me, nodding enthusiastically. "I only listen to him!"

I fought back the urge to smile at her theatrical agreement.

"You—you—you two!" Thomas sputtered, shaking with rage. His assistant rushed to his side, patting his back and murmuring, "Please calm down, Mr. Carter. Take a deep breath!"

The assistant then turned to me with a reproachful look. "Mr. Carter, he is still your uncle. Aunt Katherine wouldn't have approved of you treating family this way over an outsider."

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