Goodbye, Ex-husband! I’m Pregnant with Your Uncle’s Child!
Chapter 404: Annoying Dale Land

Chapter 404: Chapter 404: Annoying Dale Land

Bella Quarter called Maya Chant, "Grandma, Julia Land’s daughter, Dale Land, is planning to get married on September 2nd. I was thinking of having Eleanor reach out to Dale’s fiancé."

"Hmm, that’s a great idea. It’ll also bother Julia and James. I’ll call Eleanor later to check in," Maya added, then asked Bella about her pregnancy plans, "Are you and William prepared for it?"

Bella nodded, "Yes."

"You’ve worked hard during this time."

Maya hung up the phone with a sense of reassurance, then dialed Eleanor Thompson’s number.

"Eleanor, how are you three doing?" The elderly woman’s voice carried warmth.

Eleanor heard Maya’s concern and sweetly replied, "Grandma, don’t worry about us. We’re all doing well. Once I find some time, I’ll go to see you in Alice’s place."

"Good, I’ll be waiting for you. And remember to find a time to pay your respects to your mother. Let her see you." Maya sighed, "Your mother fell in love with the wrong person in her lifetime. Grandma hopes that all of you will have smooth relationships in the future."

In Eleanor’s heart, she had always believed that Julia and her daughter were responsible for her mother’s death, stealing away her father.

No matter what, she stubbornly refused to accept that James wasn’t her father.

Because of this, when Maya brought up her late mother, Chloe Sullivan, Eleanor’s heart welled up with anger once again.

"Grandma, we’ll pick a good day to pay our respects," Eleanor said, her voice tinged with sadness. "Mom was so pitiful back then. Grandma, did you hear that Julia’s daughter, Dale, is getting married?"

Maya could feel Eleanor’s low spirits from across the phone line.

She smiled gently and said, "Your mother just fell for the wrong man, but she had no regrets about giving birth to you all. Eleanor, don’t let yourself live in resentment."

"Grandma, I understand." Eleanor held back her anger. She had no intention of letting them live happily ever after.

After hanging up the phone, Eleanor’s expression turned cold, gripping her phone tightly.

She was determined to ensure that Dale and Carson’s wedding wouldn’t go smoothly!

Eleanor already had a plan in mind. She picked up the phone and called Snowlyn Winters.

Snowlyn froze when she heard Eleanor’s scheme.

Eleanor was fully committed to causing trouble for Dale.

**

"Mommy, how about this wedding dress?" Dale Land stood in front of the mirror.

"It looks beautiful," Julia Land said as she took a closer look.

She smiled gently at her daughter dressed in the wedding gown.

Alice Thompson also nodded, "Sister looks gorgeous."

Dale gently patted her younger brother’s bald head, gave him a kiss, and covered her mouth with a laugh.

Her build didn’t conventionally suit a wedding dress, but hearing her family’s compliments made her happy.

Alice cheerfully covered his kissed head.

Today was Dale’s day to try on wedding dresses.

The bridal team had brought the dresses to their home for Dale to try on.

Because the wedding date was approaching quickly, the custom designs for the dresses were relatively simple.

Dale tried on several dresses and eventually narrowed it down to three. Once the bridal team left, Dale let out a breath of relief.

"I never thought trying on dresses could be so exhausting."

Julia also sighed inwardly, gently touching her daughter’s hair, "The effort is well worth it."

Dale smiled, glanced at the time, and realized she still had time to go to the office to deal with work. "Mommy, I need to get to the office. There’s still a ton of stuff waiting for me."

Julia hadn’t expected her daughter to be more of a workaholic than she was.

Clearly, a hardcore one at that.

Dale left for work.

Julia headed downstairs with Alice.

Alice quickly darted forward on his short legs to hug James Thompson’s leg, "Daddy, Alice loves you so much! Will you take me out to play?"

James looked down at the little rascal clinging to his leg.

"Daddy, I truly love you," Alice’s face was filled with affection, seemingly saying, "I love you this much; take me outside already."

James’s eyes held a fleeting trace of amusement. "Go change your clothes first."

Alice’s eyes lit up, nodding eagerly, "Okay!"

As the child went upstairs by himself, James handed his phone to Julia.

"Jasper Winters just sent over a message—Arthur Bell had an argument with Celeste Lewis."

Julia took the phone and read the message in its entirety.

Madame Bell approached her, and to avoid any uncontrollable situations, Julia decided to have James send someone to keep an eye on Maxwell and Celeste.

After reviewing the message, Julia returned the phone to James, smirking, "Madame Bell never lets herself suffer any loss. There’s no way she’d let people approach her with ulterior motives so easily."

The reason Maxwell was fighting with Celeste?

It was because yesterday afternoon, Maxwell received an anonymous recording at the company.

When he heard the recording, it felt like lightning had struck him—he was shocked beyond words.

The recording revealed Celeste’s voice, sharp and venomous as she mocked his aunt behind her back. The disguise she had maintained all along was, in fact, motivated by the shares.

The son he had always been proud of was also, behind the scenes, expressing impatience toward visiting his grandmother in the hospital weekly.

Maxwell’s hands trembled slightly as he could barely believe his ears.

The truth was like a bucket of cold water poured relentlessly over his head, leaving him utterly disillusioned.

*

At the Bell family residence.

When Celeste heard Maxwell say he intended to return the shares their aunt had given them to Madame Bell, she completely lost control.

She picked up a vase and smashed it hard onto the floor; the sound of the ceramics shattering echoed throughout the room.

"She’s practically on her deathbed, and you still want to return the shares? After all these years, I’ve been the one currying her favor and accompanying her; those shares should belong to us!" Celeste’s voice was sharp, filled with anger and grievance.

She practically sobbed, "I’ve done so much—who was it all for? It’s for our family!"

There was deep frustration and bitterness in her words.

She couldn’t understand why her husband didn’t see things from her perspective.

Maxwell knew that Celeste’s actions were all about securing her place as the true matriarch of the Bell Group, for the benefit of their family, so he refrained from speaking harshly.

He tried to keep his tone as calm as possible, "Celeste, my aunt and uncle were like second parents to me. Without them, I wouldn’t be where I am today. Besides, uncle already gave me shares back then."

Celeste responded coldly, "I don’t agree. Don’t you realize how pretentious and difficult your aunt is? I’ve put up with her for years. Taking those shares in return is perfectly fair. She’s dead—how could she possibly hold onto them? I just don’t want those shares ending up in Julia Land’s hands."

After all, Julia Land was the legally recognized first-in-line inheritor.

Maxwell pinched his forehead and sighed, "Celeste, think about this calmly. For now, I’m going to the hospital to see my aunt."

*

Yesterday, Madame Bell anonymously sent the recording to Maxwell Bell.

She wanted to find out how Maxwell would react upon learning about his wife’s and son’s thoughts.

She had been dwelling on the question of whether her nephew had only been good to her because of the shares she held.

As an elderly woman, these musings had plagued her, keeping her awake all night.

Consequently, she felt lightheaded when she got up the next morning.

The doctor examined Madame Bell’s condition in the hospital room.

Standing by her bed, he advised, "Madame, have you been emotionally stressed lately? No matter what’s happening, try to ease your mind. Only then will your health improve."