Falling For My Ex's Uncle - Chapter 378: Chapter 378
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Sophina stood at the doorway, waiting for me. The moment I pushed the door open and stepped out, she quickly approached.
She gave me a once-over before cautiously asking, "Laurel, are you okay?"
I shook my head and turned toward the elevator with Sophina following close behind. As soon as the doors slid shut, I let out a long breath.
The sky outside looked grim, thick clouds pressing low as if a storm was brewing.
"Laurel, do you know that man?" Sophina's expression grew wary, her brows knitting together as she asked in a restrained voice.
Sophina might seem carefree on the surface, but she was actually quite perceptive. The moment she saw Yaeger walk out, she must have sensed that something was off about him.
If we were just strangers who happened to cross paths, there was no reason for Yaeger to keep sending pink roses for two days straight after saving me.
Not only did Yaeger know my hospital room number, but he also knew exactly which floor I lived on. That could only mean one thing; he had already figured out where I lived, which meant we had known each other long before.
"He was my classmate," I said.
"Huh?" Sophina's eyes widened in surprise, her face full of disbelief. She looked as if she were thinking, 'You had a classmate so rich and good-looking? Then why on earth did you choose to marry Alex, that shameless womanizer?'
Sure enough, when I did not say anything else, her expression dimmed slightly before she asked hesitantly, "Laurel, was he your first boyfriend?"
"No." I took a deep breath. "He never liked me."
Sophina blinked. "What? If he didn't like you, why would he send you flowers?"
"He's insane," I said flatly.
"What? Go ahead." Sophina's eyes widened even more, unable to stop herself from asking.
I rolled my eyes at her before realizing that, at times, Sophina could be quite sharp but other times, she was completely clueless.
"About what happened today—" I began.
"Laurel, don't worry. I won't say a word. I swear I'll keep my mouth shut," Sophina cut me off before I could finish. I thought for a moment, then nodded in silence.
As soon as the elevator doors slid open, Maliyah was standing there, holding a small package in her hands. She looked surprised to see me.
"Maliyah, didn't you go to work today?" Sophina asked softly.
"I wasn't feeling well, so I took the afternoon off. I had a package to pick up anyway, and I brought it back with me," Maliyah replied.
Sophina frowned. "What's wrong? Did you see a doctor?"
Maliyah shook her head quickly. "It's nothing. My period just started."
She lifted her head and looked at me curiously. "Laurel, where did you two go?"
Maliyah was wearing a white shirtdress, cinched at the waist with a light-colored belt. Her hair was pulled up neatly, and her face had just a touch of makeup, giving her a fresh and youthful look.
Maliyah had never been considered a great beauty, but her features were distinct; she had a sweet, innocent charm.
She had always been the obedient and studious type, the kind of girl people praised for being well-behaved and diligent. She was a good person, but not particularly remarkable.
After all, there were too many outstanding people in the world. But compared to Javier, Maliyah was by far the better one. Bonnie had never needed to worry about her, whether it was her studies or her personal life.
The only flaw Maliyah had was her timid nature; she was too trusting and too quick to believe in others.
"I wanted to take a walk downstairs, but the weather looked bad, so I came back up," I said casually. Then, noticing that she looked a bit pale, I added, "Do you want Sophina to go with you to the hospital?"
"No need. I'll just get some rest, and I'll be fine," Maliyah said.
Seeing how insistent she was, I could only sigh helplessly and nod before we went our separate ways back to our rooms.
As soon as I stepped inside, I saw Zachary groggily stumbling out of his room, looking half-asleep.
Just then, my phone vibrated. It was a message from Marvin. [Are you free? I'm downstairs.]
I frowned slightly. Marvin still did not know about my miscarriage. But this was not something I could hide from him. After a brief moment of contemplation, I quickly replied: [I'll be right down.]
When Sophina learned that Marvin was looking for me, she did not stop me. Instead, she casually grabbed a coat and an umbrella for me.
Taking advantage of the fact that Dorothy was busy in the kitchen preparing dinner, Sophina quietly helped me slip out the door.
I wrapped myself in the coat and, as soon as I stepped outside, spotted Marvin's slightly worn-out, second-hand Mercedes-Benz parked by the roadside.
The moment I got into the car, Marvin immediately rolled down the window, trying to clear out the lingering scent of tobacco.
"Did you find the culprit?" I asked bluntly.
Marvin turned to look at me, his brows furrowing. His voice was cold as he asked, "What's wrong with you? Did you not sleep well last night?"
As he spoke, he rolled the window all the way down. A gust of wind blew in. It was damp and chilly.
I glanced at him, unfazed. "Close the window. It's cold."
"I can't. The car still smells like smoke. I need to air it out for a bit," Marvin said.
"It's fine," I replied.
"You're pregnant. You shouldn't be breathing in secondhand smoke. Next time, I swear I won't smoke in the car," he said seriously.
Marvin had never paid much attention to the little details of everyday life, yet when it came to the child in my belly, he was unusually careful.
Watching him tense up like this, I gripped the umbrella in my hand a little tighter. A wave of sorrow surged in my heart, but I forced myself to remain calm as I said, "The baby is gone."
Marvin's face instantly darkened, his entire body stiffening. He stared at me as if refusing to believe what I had just said. It took him a long moment before he muttered, "Gone? What do you mean?"
His gaze dropped to my stomach before he demanded, "What happened? Did you get an abortion?"
I shook my head and told him everything that had happened, down to the last detail.
"Did you report it to the police?" Marvin asked, his brows tightly knitted together.
I let out a cold, mirthless laugh. "Would that even help? There are no security cameras in the emergency exit. That guy clearly came prepared."
"If you don't report it, what if he tries to harm you again?" Marvin took a deep breath, his eyes filled with fear and concern. "Since he was able to get into Honeydew Estate, then he's definitely not an ordinary person. Maybe you should move somewhere else."
"It's useless," I said, my lips curling into a lazy smile. "Since he has the ability to show up here, then it won't matter where I hide. If he wants me dead, I will." I met Marvin's gaze. "By the way, I already know who the culprit is."
She gave me a once-over before cautiously asking, "Laurel, are you okay?"
I shook my head and turned toward the elevator with Sophina following close behind. As soon as the doors slid shut, I let out a long breath.
The sky outside looked grim, thick clouds pressing low as if a storm was brewing.
"Laurel, do you know that man?" Sophina's expression grew wary, her brows knitting together as she asked in a restrained voice.
Sophina might seem carefree on the surface, but she was actually quite perceptive. The moment she saw Yaeger walk out, she must have sensed that something was off about him.
If we were just strangers who happened to cross paths, there was no reason for Yaeger to keep sending pink roses for two days straight after saving me.
Not only did Yaeger know my hospital room number, but he also knew exactly which floor I lived on. That could only mean one thing; he had already figured out where I lived, which meant we had known each other long before.
"He was my classmate," I said.
"Huh?" Sophina's eyes widened in surprise, her face full of disbelief. She looked as if she were thinking, 'You had a classmate so rich and good-looking? Then why on earth did you choose to marry Alex, that shameless womanizer?'
Sure enough, when I did not say anything else, her expression dimmed slightly before she asked hesitantly, "Laurel, was he your first boyfriend?"
"No." I took a deep breath. "He never liked me."
Sophina blinked. "What? If he didn't like you, why would he send you flowers?"
"He's insane," I said flatly.
"What? Go ahead." Sophina's eyes widened even more, unable to stop herself from asking.
I rolled my eyes at her before realizing that, at times, Sophina could be quite sharp but other times, she was completely clueless.
"About what happened today—" I began.
"Laurel, don't worry. I won't say a word. I swear I'll keep my mouth shut," Sophina cut me off before I could finish. I thought for a moment, then nodded in silence.
As soon as the elevator doors slid open, Maliyah was standing there, holding a small package in her hands. She looked surprised to see me.
"Maliyah, didn't you go to work today?" Sophina asked softly.
"I wasn't feeling well, so I took the afternoon off. I had a package to pick up anyway, and I brought it back with me," Maliyah replied.
Sophina frowned. "What's wrong? Did you see a doctor?"
Maliyah shook her head quickly. "It's nothing. My period just started."
She lifted her head and looked at me curiously. "Laurel, where did you two go?"
Maliyah was wearing a white shirtdress, cinched at the waist with a light-colored belt. Her hair was pulled up neatly, and her face had just a touch of makeup, giving her a fresh and youthful look.
Maliyah had never been considered a great beauty, but her features were distinct; she had a sweet, innocent charm.
She had always been the obedient and studious type, the kind of girl people praised for being well-behaved and diligent. She was a good person, but not particularly remarkable.
After all, there were too many outstanding people in the world. But compared to Javier, Maliyah was by far the better one. Bonnie had never needed to worry about her, whether it was her studies or her personal life.
The only flaw Maliyah had was her timid nature; she was too trusting and too quick to believe in others.
"I wanted to take a walk downstairs, but the weather looked bad, so I came back up," I said casually. Then, noticing that she looked a bit pale, I added, "Do you want Sophina to go with you to the hospital?"
"No need. I'll just get some rest, and I'll be fine," Maliyah said.
Seeing how insistent she was, I could only sigh helplessly and nod before we went our separate ways back to our rooms.
As soon as I stepped inside, I saw Zachary groggily stumbling out of his room, looking half-asleep.
Just then, my phone vibrated. It was a message from Marvin. [Are you free? I'm downstairs.]
I frowned slightly. Marvin still did not know about my miscarriage. But this was not something I could hide from him. After a brief moment of contemplation, I quickly replied: [I'll be right down.]
When Sophina learned that Marvin was looking for me, she did not stop me. Instead, she casually grabbed a coat and an umbrella for me.
Taking advantage of the fact that Dorothy was busy in the kitchen preparing dinner, Sophina quietly helped me slip out the door.
I wrapped myself in the coat and, as soon as I stepped outside, spotted Marvin's slightly worn-out, second-hand Mercedes-Benz parked by the roadside.
The moment I got into the car, Marvin immediately rolled down the window, trying to clear out the lingering scent of tobacco.
"Did you find the culprit?" I asked bluntly.
Marvin turned to look at me, his brows furrowing. His voice was cold as he asked, "What's wrong with you? Did you not sleep well last night?"
As he spoke, he rolled the window all the way down. A gust of wind blew in. It was damp and chilly.
I glanced at him, unfazed. "Close the window. It's cold."
"I can't. The car still smells like smoke. I need to air it out for a bit," Marvin said.
"It's fine," I replied.
"You're pregnant. You shouldn't be breathing in secondhand smoke. Next time, I swear I won't smoke in the car," he said seriously.
Marvin had never paid much attention to the little details of everyday life, yet when it came to the child in my belly, he was unusually careful.
Watching him tense up like this, I gripped the umbrella in my hand a little tighter. A wave of sorrow surged in my heart, but I forced myself to remain calm as I said, "The baby is gone."
Marvin's face instantly darkened, his entire body stiffening. He stared at me as if refusing to believe what I had just said. It took him a long moment before he muttered, "Gone? What do you mean?"
His gaze dropped to my stomach before he demanded, "What happened? Did you get an abortion?"
I shook my head and told him everything that had happened, down to the last detail.
"Did you report it to the police?" Marvin asked, his brows tightly knitted together.
I let out a cold, mirthless laugh. "Would that even help? There are no security cameras in the emergency exit. That guy clearly came prepared."
"If you don't report it, what if he tries to harm you again?" Marvin took a deep breath, his eyes filled with fear and concern. "Since he was able to get into Honeydew Estate, then he's definitely not an ordinary person. Maybe you should move somewhere else."
"It's useless," I said, my lips curling into a lazy smile. "Since he has the ability to show up here, then it won't matter where I hide. If he wants me dead, I will." I met Marvin's gaze. "By the way, I already know who the culprit is."
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