Falling For My Ex's Uncle - Chapter 150: Chapter 150

I did not return home and instead stayed at Bluestar Hotel, in the room that Angela had always kept reserved for me.
The rain had been falling in fits and starts for three days.
Alex had stayed with me the day Angela was buried. When he saw that my emotions seemed to have calmed down a bit, he left. Sophina remained by my side.
I watched the rain beat against the glass window repeatedly, and I couldn't help but recall many memories from the past.
Angela, when she was younger, was always crying and always seemed so fragile. But most of the time, she was crying secretly, and it was often fake crying.
She had tears, but she wasn't really sad. However, sometimes, her fake crying would turn into real tears.
She would cry when she was hurt. She would cry when someone bullied her. And even when she bullied others, she would cry.
As a child, Angela was a crybaby. Even as she grew older, she still cried easily.
It was only after meeting Angela that I truly understood what my grandmother meant when she said women are emotional. She was right.
Angela's tears always seemed endless as if they would never stop.
Although Angela's life was wealthy, she was often dirty.
To others, she didn't seem like a rich girl at all. Instead, she looked more like a little scavenger from a poor family.
But only I knew the truth. Angela wasn't really dirty; she deliberately made herself look that way. She just wanted her parents' attention. Unfortunately, she chose the wrong way.
Not only did she fail to gain her parents' love, but she also earned a nickname, Dirty Girl. Angela cried again because of that nickname.
I knew that she wasn't really crying because of the nickname, but because she realized that her behavior had drawn everyone's attention, except for her parents.
Angela didn't know how much I envied her as a child, having a perfect family. But later on, I stopped envying her.
Having a father didn't necessarily make life any better than not having one. And besides, I had Angela.
Suddenly, the ringing of the phone interrupted my thoughts. I froze when I saw the caller ID, and then pressed the answer button.
It was Marvin calling. "Laurel, you need to go to Angela's house. Jamilah says she wants to divorce Dad and wants him to leave everything behind. My mom... she..."
Before Marvin could finish, I hung up the phone.
I immediately had Lawrence drive me to Moon Bay, where Angela had lived. As soon as I arrived at the gates of Adams Villa, I heard raised voices from inside.
Monica, the family's maid, was the one who opened the door. When she saw me, her eyes instantly reddened, and she quickly grabbed my hand. "Laurel, you have to go in and stop this."
I quickly walked into the villa.
Angela's father, Michael Adams, was sitting on the sofa, with Yvonne seated beside him. Yvonne's voice was tinged with sarcasm. "Jamilah, what gives you the right to make Michael leave with nothing? Angela has only been gone for less than a week.
"What are you trying to do? Are you the only one who's grieving? Doesn't Michael grieve too?"
"I don't need to waste words with you. Who do you think you are even?" Jamilah raised her eyes and stared directly at Yvonne, her expression full of disdain.
"Jamilah, Angela is already gone. I just don't understand what you need so much money for," Yvonne said, casting a confused look at Jamilah. She snorted. "Could it be that you have a child outside?"
"I'm not like you, shameless," Jamilah retorted.
"If you can't keep a man, don't blame me. Even if it weren't for me, he'd still find another woman," Yvonne snapped coldly, no longer bothering to pretend. "Angela's gone. You don't have any children left, so why do you need all that money? You're just trying to leave us with nothing."
The three of them didn't notice my arrival, perhaps because their arguing drowned out the sound of my footsteps.
It wasn't until I reached Jamilah's side that the anger on her face showed the slightest shift. She waved at me.
As I walked over to Jamilah, she grabbed my hand. "From today, Laurel will be my goddaughter. All of my assets will be left to her. Why should Michael walk away with nothing?
"It's because the Adams family business was built by my hard work. Why should you all benefit from it without lifting a finger?"
Yvonne suddenly shot up from the sofa, staring at Jamilah in disbelief. "Jamilah, are you out of your mind? You'd rather leave your money to an outsider than to Michael's children?"
"It's my money, earned by my own hands. I'll give it to whoever I choose," Jamilah took a deep breath and glanced at the clock on the wall, before her gaze landed on Michael, who was slumped over, looking utterly defeated.
Michael had remained silent, looking weary, as though he was still lost in the grief of losing his daughter.
Angela had always been closest to him. Whenever Michael came back from a business trip, he would bring her a gift, local specialties from wherever he'd been. That was when Angela and I realized just how many places we hadn't seen yet in the world.
"Laurel, when we retire, we'll just travel around, eat, drink, and see all the places we've never been to," Angela had said, tugging at my arm with a wide smile. Her eyes sparkled with such bright innocence.
"Angela, why are you so good to me?" I had often stared at her, curious.
I'd always felt like my luck wasn't the best. Meeting Angela made me think I had used up all my good fortune. Not many people had truly liked me growing up.
"Because I really like you. You'll always like me too, right? We'll always be good friends," Angela had replied.
At the time, I had thought maybe Angela was just lonely, and that was why she said such strange things.
Staying good friends forever wasn't always easy, but Angela really had treated me as her best friend.
"Jamilah, are you sure about this?" Michael slowly lifted his head to look at her, then his eyes fell on me. He gave me a bitter smile.
I knew that when he looked at me, he must have been reminded of the daughter who would light up whenever she saw him.
On the day of Angela's funeral, Michael had stayed in the corner, smoking. When I handed him a glass of water, he had only said one thing to me. "From now on, I'll never hear my daughter call me 'Dad' again."
His voice had been heavy with suppressed pain and loss.
"I've thought it through," Jamilah sighed deeply. "Our marriage has been dead for a long time. I used to think I would wait until Angela was married before we divorced, but now I can't wait any longer."
"Alright, I agree," Michael said.
"Michael, are you crazy? You're going to give everything to Jamilah and let her pass it on to some outsider? What about Marvin?" Yvonne looked at Michael, her eyes filled with disappointment and anger.