Falling For My Ex's Uncle - Chapter 352: Chapter 352

Bailee's expression froze, but she quickly regained her composure. She gave a slight bow, her face breaking into a polite yet distant smile. However, her tone carried a hint of threat. "Laurel, so you have already known about my identity. Then aren't you curious why I haven't told anyone about Alex's condition?"
I frowned slightly, glancing at her before responding bluntly, "Miss Foster, tell me, what did Alex rely on to become the CEO of Herrera Group? His physical strength or his intelligence?"
In truth, Bailee hadn't spread the news of Alex's injury because she knew it would be counterproductive, not sure if Raphael would change the heir if Alex were truly paralyzed.
Once such a secret was leaked, Alex would undoubtedly find out who was behind it. She wasn't foolish enough to take that risk. Alex's injury had already drawn significant media attention. Even if Herrera Group considered replacing him, now wasn't the right time.
Raphael hadn't publicly announced the heir, though there were rumors among the insiders. The company hadn't confirmed Alex as the heir, nor had they ruled him out. So Bailee wouldn't risk offending Alex over a momentary impulse.
Also, her identity was already awkward. As the illegitimate daughter of the Lambert family, she bore her mother's surname, and the Lamberts didn't care about her at all.
However, her maternal family had some influence, particularly her uncle, Harold Foster, the police chief of Newton City, who had once saved Alex.
Bailee was momentarily stunned but quickly stood up, her gaze fixed on me. She spoke calmly, "I have a way to cure Alex, but I have a condition."
"What condition?" I asked without looking up, a faint smile on my lips. "Let me hear it."
"You leave him," Bailee said softly. "If you truly love him, you wouldn't want him to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair, would you?"
I responded indifferently, then stood up and looked at her. I had to admit that Bailee's figure was enviable. Her black fitted dress accentuated her curves perfectly, her waist and long legs not only captivating to men but also drawing the attention of women.
Who would have thought that beneath her pristine nurse's uniform lay such an alluring figure? Paired with her sweet face, her eyes exuded a sense of nobility and pride, utterly mesmerizing.
If it were any other man, they might have already lost control. If I hadn't accidentally touched him, I might have wondered if Alex had become impotent after his injury, or how could he resist such a stunning beauty.
I said, "I agree, but I think you'll need to discuss it with my husband."
"Are you saying that if Mr. Herrera agrees to a divorce, you'll give up the title of Mrs. Herrera?" Bailee looked at me, a smile playing on her lips as if the title was already within her grasp.
"Yes, why don't you go talk to him?" I curled my lips into a disdainful smile, though I felt a pang of uncertainty. After all, I wasn't entirely sure Alex would choose me.
"You're really overconfident," Bailee said, leaning closer and lowering her voice. "During the time I took care of Alex, didn't you ever wonder if something happened between us?"
Just as she finished speaking, there was a knock at the door. Maliyah stood at the door, her sharp gaze fixed on Bailee, revealing her dislike and resentment.
"Mrs. Herrera, shall I get you some juice?" Bailee asked, smiling at me. She ignored Maliyah's animosity, her lips curving into a playful smile. Her beauty only added to her charm.
I replied indifferently, "No need. You can leave now."
Bailee shrugged, raising an eyebrow at me. "Don't forget what we just discussed, Mrs. Herrera." With that, she walked out of the office.
Once she was gone, Maliyah closed the door and frowned. "What did she say to you?"
At the thought of Bailee's words, my breath hitched. It wasn't until Maliyah gently patted my shoulder that I snapped out of it.
"Are you okay?" Maliyah asked, her face filled with concern.
I shook my head. "What's wrong?"
"Bailee is here for Alex. Whatever she said to you, just ignore."
I felt a warmth in my heart. "I know."
"But you have to be careful. That woman is definitely up to no good." Maliyah hesitated, her hands clenched tightly. "When will Alex's legs get better?"
I was taken aback and looked at her in confusion.
Maliyah pursed her lips and said helplessly, "My mom let me ask you. Yesterday, you said his legs were fine, but she didn't believe it."
Hearing this, my heart tightened. Bonnie had always been perceptive, and she must have sensed something was off, which was why she had sent Maliyah to ask me.
"He'll be fine."
Maliyah nodded, then couldn't help but complain, "My mom is always overreacting. Alex survived a disaster, and that means he has a good fortune. I'll get back to work now."
I wanted to ask Maliyah how she was adjusting to working at the company, but she hurriedly turned and left.
As soon as she opened the door, the sound of an argument erupted from the conference room. The employees at their desks exchanged glances, and whispers spread.
"What's going on?"
"Seems like the head of the materials department, Mr. Jackson has an argument with Mr. Austin Herrera."
Not long after, a middle-aged, portly man stormed out of the conference room, his face still red with anger. Two security guards quickly approached him.
"Is he fired?" Maliyah muttered. "But Mr. Jackson was transferred from headquarters. How could he suddenly be fired?"
I was shocked. I had expected Austin's men to be fired, not someone Alex had brought from headquarters. Moreover, the materials department was crucial. Why would such an important figure be dismissed at this critical time?
As Mr. Jackson was escorted out of the company with his personal belongings, the quiet office buzzed with low murmurs. "Are we going to have a major change?"