All Chapters of My Best Friend’s Uncle… and My Baby Daddy: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Eric stood there, flustered and angry, watching Autumn leave. He had been ready for her to fight him after what he had said; he was braced for a shouting match, for her to throw his words back in his face. But her indifference caught him completely off guard.He had been waiting for the tears, for the screaming, for the emotional breakdown. If she cried, he could apologize. If she screamed, he could find a way to make it "dandy" again like he always did. But this cold silence? It shocked him. He realized, with a sinking feeling, that he would prefer her rage over this hollow indifference.‘God, I fucked up,’ he thought to himself. He knew he had pushed her too far this time. He knew he had done something to truly upset her, but his ego wouldn't let him sit with that guilt for long.‘If only she had just yelled at me,’ he thought bitterly. If she had poured out her emotions, they could have had their usual cycle of conflict and resolution. But without her reaction, he was left standing

Every eye was still fixated on her, waiting for her reaction to this singular news. But instead of reacting, she simply filled her bowl and Fin’s with soup.“Chloe, do you want some?” she asked, lifting her head to address Chloe and giving Sophia no mind whatsoever. The dismissal made Sophia bite her lips to stop herself from lashing out and saying something she might regret.“O-of course,” Chloe said with a strained smile; what else was she going to do? Her aunt basically didn’t care, so why should she? “It’s delicious,” she added, trying to ease the tension in the room, but it did nothing to stop it.The rest of dinner was eaten in awkward silence, with no party willing to cooperate or speak to one another. The only small talk that happened was Chloe asking surface-level questions to Autumn and others to Sophia, trying not to stir the pot while not leaving anyone out.**Autumn sat in her room ready for bed, but the space was in disarray compared to how it was usually kept. She stoo

In the Kingston EstateEric fixed the cuffs of his sleeves, sliding into his jacket with the practiced ease of a man born to lead. The fabric settled perfectly over his frame, as though it had been tailored with reverence.He looked every bit the successful aristocratic heir—impeccably dressed, handsome, and possessing a body that left most people desperate for his attention.Except for the one woman who currently mattered.Lately, a permanent frown had been etched onto Eric’s face because of Autumn’s behavior. It lingered even now, faint but present, as he adjusted his collar and stared at his reflection a moment longer than necessary.He had been making excuses for her constant temper, turning the thought over and over in his head until only one explanation remained.Pregnancy.It had to be.It was the only plausible reason for the stress she was causing him.

Everyone sat frozen, their eyes fixed on Eric as they waited for his reaction.Autumn was no different.Her heart was racing as she watched him.Eric had hated Sebastian back when he thought the man was pursuing his wife. Now, seeing him with Chloe—This was a whole new level of complication.No one moved.For a moment, it felt like no one even breathed.“Chloe, sit down. Your boyfriend, too,” someone muttered, the words rushed, desperate to defuse what was clearly about to explode.Chloe hesitated for a second before sitting.Sebastian followed, calm as ever.“Chloe, how did you get with a man from the Throne family in America?” Sophia asked, her gaze sweeping over him slowly.Others followed.Admiring glances.Measured looks.The expensive cut of his clothes didn’t go unnoticed. To them,

"Autumn, wait. Let’s go down together,” Eric said, catching up to her in the hallway. Before she could answer, a voice from ahead called out his name. Sophia moved closer, draped in a black silk dress that fit like a second skin, her makeup carefully done to match the seductive edge of her outfit. “Eric, why don’t we go down together?” she asked, stepping into his space as though Autumn wasn’t even there. “Sorry, I am going with Autumn,” he said nonchalantly, shutting it down before she could push further. Before anyone could respond, a soft rustling sound came from behind them. They turned to see Fin rolling around in the long train of Autumn’s lavender dress, giggling as if he had discovered the most entertaining game in the world. “What are you doing here?” Autumn asked, gently pulling him upright and brushing him off. “Shouldn’t you be in bed?” “I wanted Mommy to read me a bedtime story,” he said, clinging to the fabric of her skirt. “Fin, we have a grown-up party to attend