Falling For My Ex's Uncle - Chapter 362: Chapter 362

Twenty minutes later, the ambulance arrived and took the woman directly from the police station. The once noisy hall instantly fell into silence.
"What in the world is going on?"
"Serves them right. Behind every bratty kid, there's always a parent who blindly protects and spoils them."
Javier smirked, gently nudging me with his elbow. With a curious tone, he asked, "Laurel, do you know that man?"
It was then that I noticed Damian standing not far away, silently watching me. His deep, piercing eyes held a faint yet unmistakable smile.
Although I couldn't stand the older woman's behavior, I had to admit that Damian's actions were a bit overboard. The older generation, especially those from a different era, were biased. They might not show much affection toward their children, but when it came to their grandchildren, they were usually highly indulgent.
I took a deep breath, feeling conflicted. Ultimately walked to Damian and said, "Thanks for what you did earlier."
Damian narrowed his eyes slightly and smirked, "So, how about treating me to a meal?"
I couldn't help but pause for a moment. The heir of the Lambert family certainly didn't look like someone who would ever miss a meal. But since he had already said it, I couldn't refuse. "Alright."
"Great, let's go then. I know a good restaurant," Damian replied.
An hour later, the three of us arrived at a barbecue restaurant in Central. A glance at the time showed it was barely five o'clock. The restaurant was still empty, with no other customers in sight.
Damian sat down slowly, and I glanced up at Marvin, who was standing at the door, cigarette in his mouth, talking on the phone while puffing out smoke. I frowned slightly. "Laurel Parks," he said casually, "When are you getting a divorce? Once it's done, why not be with me?"
Damian picked up the cup before him and took a light sip, completely unfazed. He didn't even seem to notice the stunned expression on Javier's face as he sat beside me.
"He's just joking," I explained.
Damian swallowed as he spoke, his gaze focused intently on me. With a faint smile, he said, "I'm serious."
Javier hesitated, glancing at me before looking at Damian as if trying to read something in our eyes.
I smiled faintly. "Mr. Lambert, if I'm not mistaken, our encounters haven't even totaled five times yet, have they?"
Damian thought momentarily; he casually tapped on the wooden table. He nodded and said, "I didn't realize, Miss Parks, that you kept such a precise count of our meetings. Well, next time, it'll be more than five."
I paused momentarily, the cup in my hand slightly trembling, before looking up at Damian. I said thoughtfully, "I was just saying that casually. Such trivial matters don't concern me."
"But for me, it's crucial," Damian said, his eyes holding a playful smile, yet they were solemn, making one unable to avoid wondering about the nature of our relationship.
I pursed my slightly dry lips, took a sip of the drink in my cup, and said indifferently, "I didn't expect that Mr. Lambert, to help his sister, would go to such lengths."
"Sister?" The smile at the corner of Damian's lips froze as if he had thought of something. After a pause, he slowly spoke, "You're talking about Bailee, right? I've never considered her my sister. My relationship with her might even be worse than yours!"
I was slightly taken aback. I hadn't expected Damian to reveal his dislike for Bailee so casually in front of me. But then again, it wasn't that surprising—after all, she was the daughter of a mistress. Damian's mother must have influenced it.
"However, my mother quite likes her." Damian sighed, his tone tinged with a hint of helplessness. "If you didn't know any better, you'd think she's the biological one."
I paused for a moment, a look of suspicion crossing my face. I had seen plenty of half-siblings from wealthy families, the legitimate heirs and the children of mistresses. But it was rare to see one treated like a birth daughter by the legitimate wife.
It seemed like Damian sensed my confusion. He spoke indifferently, "It's not that complicated. It's just that my mother is particularly fond of Harold."
Upon hearing this, my hand holding the cup couldn't help but tremble. Was this the kind of gossip we were even supposed to know?
As he spoke, he removed his coat, rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, and gazed at me intently, his eyes darkening. "It's been a while since I've seen you. Why do you look like you've lost weight?"
Before I could respond, I saw Marvin walk in from outside. A faint scent of tobacco mixed with mint lingered around him.
Without hesitation, he sat down beside Damian, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips as his gaze darkened. "I wonder if Mr. Lambert invited us here just for a simple meal," he said, his tone laced with a subtle challenge.
"It was Laurel who invited me," Damian said, his gaze soft as he looked at me, a smile on his lips. "My intentions aren't pure, but unfortunately, I'm still a man of principles." Marvin's expression darkened immediately upon hearing his words.
"Let's order some food first," Javier quickly interjected, trying to extinguish the invisible tension in the air.
"It's a buffet here. I've already placed the order," Damian said with a smile, his expression still gentle. However, his deep eyes held a hint of arrogance and a fleeting sharpness in his gaze.
"Who is Harold?" I asked, pretending to be unaware. My intention was twofold: first, I wanted to avoid any conflict between Marvin and Damian, so I deliberately shifted the topic, and second, I was genuinely curious to learn more about Harold. Marvin was stunned momentarily, looking at me in confusion.
The four great families of Nifelheim City all have immense influence, with the Lambert family at the top. The Adams family was considered the least powerful, but even at the bottom of the hierarchy, they still stood apart from other families in Nifelheim City.
The Lambert family had always maintained a low profile, but the more low-key a prestigious family was, the more secrets it tended to harbor. In Nifelheim City, the Lambert family influenced the underworld and legitimate circles.
Their existence was similar to that of the Parks family—two powerful entities that could not peacefully coexist in the same territory.
Marvin advised me to stay away from Damian. He believed that Bailee's presence around Alex was meant to disrupt my relationship with him. After all, if the two powerful families joined forces, the Lamberts might not be able to stand up to the Parks.
"Harold is the head of the Nifelheim City police department. Marvin, you should know him, right?" Damian paused momentarily before continuing, "He's also Bailee's uncle. My mom's first love, but unfortunately, Harold was just a low-ranking officer, like Marvin, so my mother couldn't marry him.
"However, Harold's sister, Julissa Foster, unexpectedly chose money over principles. If it weren't for Harold, Julissa would never have had any connection to the Lambert family. Ironically, she used to be my aunt, but now she's the mistress."