Falling For My Ex's Uncle - Chapter 380: Chapter 380
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Marvin was silent for a moment before he slowly nodded and said in a deep voice, "We cannot rule out that possibility."
"But why would they drug him twice?" I frowned, confusion evident on my face. "If they were capable enough to extract Wilhelm's heart, why would they just carelessly dump the body into the river?"
Marvin also found it hard to believe that a killer with such skilled methods would make such an obvious mistake. Something must have gone wrong, forcing them to dispose of the body in a hurry.
The investigation over the past two days had been frustratingly unproductive, and higher-ups were already pressuring them to solve the case within fifteen days. Marvin had been pulled back to work, cutting his vacation short.
"You're just an officer from a small place. Why did they borrow you to help?" I asked, looking at him with confusion.
Marvin hesitated briefly, then suddenly asked, "Wasn't it you who had Mr. Yeats bring me onto the task force?"
I shook my head, baffled. Ever since Alex's incident, I had never reached out to Henry first. And he had not contacted me either.
To this day, I had no idea who was secretly helping Henry out of trouble time and time again.
I knew one thing for sure. Until I earned Maddox's full trust, Henry would never reveal who was pulling the strings behind the scenes.
"I thought you had some important lead." I could not help but grumble, but a vague sense of unease settled in my chest. "This case looks like an ordinary murder, but it is far from simple. Be careful."
Marvin gave a slight nod and looked at me, his expression complicated. "I'll probably be really busy these days. If you have time, you should—"
"I know. I'll keep an eye on the hotel," I cut him off and met his gaze. "Just be careful."
"I meant, if you have time, go check on Mrs. Adams," Marvin sighed, his brows furrowing slightly, almost imperceptibly.
Ever since I returned to the Parks family, Jamilah had called me once, asking how I was doing. She had urged me to take care of myself and to contact her immediately if anything happened.
After returning to Nifelheim City, I had planned to visit her, but things kept piling up one after another.
"I got it. I'll find time to see her," I said.
Hearing my response, Marvin seemed to relax a little.
Suddenly, heavy rain started pouring down, the raindrops drumming loudly against the car windows. Marvin hurriedly rolled the windows up and let out a soft breath as he watched the rain streak across the glass. "The storm is finally here."
"Come have a cup of coffee with me," I suddenly said.
Without a word, Marvin started the car and drove toward the nearest shopping mall.
After pulling into the underground parking lot, we got out of the car. Just as I was about to speak, a familiar figure in the distance caught my eye. It was Alex.
He was sitting in a wheelchair, with Bailee pushing him along. The two of them were laughing and chatting as they entered the mall.
"Are you kidding me? That's your husband? He has time to go shopping with another woman, but not to be at home with you?" Marvin cursed under his breath.
I had already known that Alex and Bailee would be here. Before coming, I had received a text from Bailee.
After the last incident, I had ruined their candlelit dinner. To make it up to her, Alex had personally come to pick out a gift with her.
Bailee had even asked me if I wanted anything, saying she could choose something for me too just as a little consolation. After all, losing a child was heartbreaking.
Her message had been dripping with mockery and schadenfreude.
"Laurel, are you not even a little angry?" Marvin's expression darkened. "You don't have to keep enduring this. He isn't worth it."
I smiled. "He really isn't, so I have no reason to be angry."
I understood why Alex had made his choice; he had no other way out. I knew his struggles. Human nature was weak against temptation and trials.
I could understand him, but that did not mean I could forgive him.
Sometimes, constantly giving in and swallowing one's pride did not earn one gratitude or peace. It only invited endless provocation and pain.
But I also knew one thing. When one did not have the power to strike one's enemy down in one blow, the only thing one could do was endure.
Bailee was just too foolish. She chose this exact moment to flaunt herself in front of me.
Perhaps in her eyes, the loss of my child was the perfect opportunity to defeat me once and for all. She wanted to provoke me deliberately, so Alex would have the perfect excuse to file for divorce.
Without a child, Bailee assumed I had no leverage left.
And she was right. After all, everyone knew that the members of the Herrera family never truly accepted me. Besides, even after marriage, Alex was constantly surrounded by scandals.
As his wife, my reputation in the social circles was not great. Before we got married, people accused me of stealing someone else's fiancé. After the wedding, they called me jealous and vindictive, claiming that any woman who got close to Alex would end up miserable.
But as I thought it over, while it was indeed Austin who orchestrated my child's death, it was highly possible that Bailee had been the one giving him advice behind the scenes.
After all, Bailee was from the Lambert family. Getting rid of me would have been an easy task. The only question was whether she did it herself or had someone else do it for her.
Looking at the situation now, Bailee was indeed clever in her own way. She knew how to use Austin to do her dirty work. Even if the truth ever came to light, she would have nothing to fear.
Because she was sure of one thing. Austin was Alex's nephew, and the Herrera family would never allow such an ugly family feud to be exposed to the public.
Even if Alex knew about the child, there was nothing he could do. Unfortunately for Bailee, her understanding of the Herrera family's grudges and history was nothing more than surface-level.
"I have always been someone who repays every grudge, and that will never change," I said slowly. "There is no rush."
Marvin paused for a moment, a look of confusion crossing his face.
We entered the café and found a quiet corner to sit down. What I had not expected was that Alex and Bailee were inside the jewelry store across from us.
"Laurel?" Marvin frowned.
I remained calm, my expression indifferent. "What?"
There was anger and a trace of pity in Marvin's gaze. "Laurel, let me take you home. You don't have to put yourself through all of this just for revenge."
He hesitated for a second before continuing, "If this is for Angela, then it is even more unnecessary. She would never want to see you suffer like this."
"You're right. Why don't we take a walk?" I raised an eyebrow, my gaze drifting toward the jewelry store. "How about buying you a watch?"
Marvin's mouth twitched, and he sighed, "Are you serious?"
"But why would they drug him twice?" I frowned, confusion evident on my face. "If they were capable enough to extract Wilhelm's heart, why would they just carelessly dump the body into the river?"
Marvin also found it hard to believe that a killer with such skilled methods would make such an obvious mistake. Something must have gone wrong, forcing them to dispose of the body in a hurry.
The investigation over the past two days had been frustratingly unproductive, and higher-ups were already pressuring them to solve the case within fifteen days. Marvin had been pulled back to work, cutting his vacation short.
"You're just an officer from a small place. Why did they borrow you to help?" I asked, looking at him with confusion.
Marvin hesitated briefly, then suddenly asked, "Wasn't it you who had Mr. Yeats bring me onto the task force?"
I shook my head, baffled. Ever since Alex's incident, I had never reached out to Henry first. And he had not contacted me either.
To this day, I had no idea who was secretly helping Henry out of trouble time and time again.
I knew one thing for sure. Until I earned Maddox's full trust, Henry would never reveal who was pulling the strings behind the scenes.
"I thought you had some important lead." I could not help but grumble, but a vague sense of unease settled in my chest. "This case looks like an ordinary murder, but it is far from simple. Be careful."
Marvin gave a slight nod and looked at me, his expression complicated. "I'll probably be really busy these days. If you have time, you should—"
"I know. I'll keep an eye on the hotel," I cut him off and met his gaze. "Just be careful."
"I meant, if you have time, go check on Mrs. Adams," Marvin sighed, his brows furrowing slightly, almost imperceptibly.
Ever since I returned to the Parks family, Jamilah had called me once, asking how I was doing. She had urged me to take care of myself and to contact her immediately if anything happened.
After returning to Nifelheim City, I had planned to visit her, but things kept piling up one after another.
"I got it. I'll find time to see her," I said.
Hearing my response, Marvin seemed to relax a little.
Suddenly, heavy rain started pouring down, the raindrops drumming loudly against the car windows. Marvin hurriedly rolled the windows up and let out a soft breath as he watched the rain streak across the glass. "The storm is finally here."
"Come have a cup of coffee with me," I suddenly said.
Without a word, Marvin started the car and drove toward the nearest shopping mall.
After pulling into the underground parking lot, we got out of the car. Just as I was about to speak, a familiar figure in the distance caught my eye. It was Alex.
He was sitting in a wheelchair, with Bailee pushing him along. The two of them were laughing and chatting as they entered the mall.
"Are you kidding me? That's your husband? He has time to go shopping with another woman, but not to be at home with you?" Marvin cursed under his breath.
I had already known that Alex and Bailee would be here. Before coming, I had received a text from Bailee.
After the last incident, I had ruined their candlelit dinner. To make it up to her, Alex had personally come to pick out a gift with her.
Bailee had even asked me if I wanted anything, saying she could choose something for me too just as a little consolation. After all, losing a child was heartbreaking.
Her message had been dripping with mockery and schadenfreude.
"Laurel, are you not even a little angry?" Marvin's expression darkened. "You don't have to keep enduring this. He isn't worth it."
I smiled. "He really isn't, so I have no reason to be angry."
I understood why Alex had made his choice; he had no other way out. I knew his struggles. Human nature was weak against temptation and trials.
I could understand him, but that did not mean I could forgive him.
Sometimes, constantly giving in and swallowing one's pride did not earn one gratitude or peace. It only invited endless provocation and pain.
But I also knew one thing. When one did not have the power to strike one's enemy down in one blow, the only thing one could do was endure.
Bailee was just too foolish. She chose this exact moment to flaunt herself in front of me.
Perhaps in her eyes, the loss of my child was the perfect opportunity to defeat me once and for all. She wanted to provoke me deliberately, so Alex would have the perfect excuse to file for divorce.
Without a child, Bailee assumed I had no leverage left.
And she was right. After all, everyone knew that the members of the Herrera family never truly accepted me. Besides, even after marriage, Alex was constantly surrounded by scandals.
As his wife, my reputation in the social circles was not great. Before we got married, people accused me of stealing someone else's fiancé. After the wedding, they called me jealous and vindictive, claiming that any woman who got close to Alex would end up miserable.
But as I thought it over, while it was indeed Austin who orchestrated my child's death, it was highly possible that Bailee had been the one giving him advice behind the scenes.
After all, Bailee was from the Lambert family. Getting rid of me would have been an easy task. The only question was whether she did it herself or had someone else do it for her.
Looking at the situation now, Bailee was indeed clever in her own way. She knew how to use Austin to do her dirty work. Even if the truth ever came to light, she would have nothing to fear.
Because she was sure of one thing. Austin was Alex's nephew, and the Herrera family would never allow such an ugly family feud to be exposed to the public.
Even if Alex knew about the child, there was nothing he could do. Unfortunately for Bailee, her understanding of the Herrera family's grudges and history was nothing more than surface-level.
"I have always been someone who repays every grudge, and that will never change," I said slowly. "There is no rush."
Marvin paused for a moment, a look of confusion crossing his face.
We entered the café and found a quiet corner to sit down. What I had not expected was that Alex and Bailee were inside the jewelry store across from us.
"Laurel?" Marvin frowned.
I remained calm, my expression indifferent. "What?"
There was anger and a trace of pity in Marvin's gaze. "Laurel, let me take you home. You don't have to put yourself through all of this just for revenge."
He hesitated for a second before continuing, "If this is for Angela, then it is even more unnecessary. She would never want to see you suffer like this."
"You're right. Why don't we take a walk?" I raised an eyebrow, my gaze drifting toward the jewelry store. "How about buying you a watch?"
Marvin's mouth twitched, and he sighed, "Are you serious?"
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