Falling For My Ex's Uncle - Chapter 425: Chapter 425
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The night was as dark as ink, with the city's neon lights flickering in the thick blackness like shattered starlight.
A black luxury car quietly parked downstairs, the driver standing rigidly beside the vehicle, his posture as still as a carved statue, exuding the aristocratic presence of the Song family.
Betty's high heels clicked sharply on the ground, the sound ringing crisply in the still night, echoing loudly in the silence.
As I stepped out of the elevator, I crossed my arms and regarded her with a cool gaze. "If you have something to say, just say it. It's getting late."
My voice broke the tense silence, carrying an undeniable edge of impatience.
Betty's lips curled into a slight, well-measured smile, though there was an enigmatic depth to it, as if it concealed something far more complex. "Miss Parks, do you know why I returned to the country?" she asked, her voice melodious yet carrying an almost imperceptible chill.
"Is it because of Alex?" I couldn't help but let out a small laugh, already suspecting she was yet another woman with intentions toward my husband.
Betty eyed me from head to toe, her gaze sharp and calculating, as if trying to pierce through my facade.
She looked at me for a long moment before speaking softly, a trace of sadness in her tone. "Yes, I came back for Alex. I never expected him to be married, and I certainly never imagined the woman he would marry would be you."
Her voice dripped with disdain and contempt, and her eyes seemed to tell me that there was an insurmountable gulf between Alex and me.
Indeed, to everyone else, Alex was pure and noble, and only the daughters of prestigious families were worthy of him. And I, a woman who had clawed her way back into the Parks family, was seen as unworthy to be his wife.
"So what? Do you want me to leave Alex?" I responded with calm indifference, meeting her gaze without fear. I wasn't easily swayed by her words.
Betty shook her head, a bittersweet smile appearing on her lips. "Don't worry, I didn't come here to ask you to leave him. It's clear that Alex cares about you, and even if I asked you to leave, he might not agree."
I was momentarily taken aback, surprised to find such a sharp woman before me.
But it seemed she was mistaken— I hadn't seen much evidence of Alex's care for me. In fact, his attitude toward Betty seemed more than ordinary.
"I'm curious, what exactly do you want from me?" I pushed my doubts aside, asking calmly.
"I hope you can recognize your place and not drag Alex down," Betty said, her beautiful eyes locking onto mine, her gaze unwavering and firm. "From what I know, the Herrera family doesn't like you, and because of you, Alex's relationship with his family is quite strained."
"So what?" I responded lazily, the irritation rising in my chest at her words.
"I hope you can think more about Alex, and not put him in a difficult position. It's actually for your own good," Betty continued, her voice laced with a tone of advice, but to me, it sounded more like an irritation.
I snorted inwardly. After just getting rid of a preachy Isaac, I was now facing another one in the form of Betty.
When she first appeared, I was prepared for this, but I didn't expect her to be so clever at delivering her reprimands so elegantly.
Betty stared at me without looking away, her eyes filled with a smile that, somehow, felt off.
Just as I was about to retort, Betty's voice once again cut through the silence. "Alex has been through so much, and as his wife, if you truly love him, you should be thinking more about him, not making things worse."
She paused for a moment, a touch of pity in her expression. "If you don't care about your own husband, there will be others who will."
With a soft sigh, Betty concluded, "That's all I wanted to say. I'll be at the company on Monday. I hope we can all get along from here on out."
It was clear she really cared about Alex and seemed to know a lot about his past. This wasn't surprising, considering Alex's age. Everyone has women they were fond of in their youth.
Alex was always quiet and rarely talked about his personal matters, yet Betty seemed to know him well. Clearly, their relationship was far from ordinary.
A heavy feeling settled in my chest as I walked into the building, Betty's words still echoing in my mind.
When the elevator doors opened, Marvin suddenly appeared in front of me, reaching out to pat me on the shoulder.
"Lost in thought?" His voice broke my reverie.
I snapped out of my thoughts and asked, "Why are you downstairs? I don't have anything going on."
Marvin furrowed his brow, falling into silence for a moment before responding, "There's something at the station. I need to head out."
The seriousness in his expression made me realize something was off.
Suddenly alert, I asked, "What happened?"
My voice carried a hint of urgency, and the curiosity about the case quickly swept away the unease Betty's visit had stirred up.
Seeing Marvin hesitate to answer, I couldn't help but press further, "Has there been any progress? Or is it a murder case?"
I fixed my gaze on him, studying his every micro-expression.
Marvin glared at me for a moment before finally speaking, "I'm not sure about the details yet, but I have to go quickly."
As I watched him walk away, an unsettling feeling began to rise in my chest.
What was going on with this case? Why was Marvin so tense? A series of questions swirled in my mind as I turned and entered the elevator, pressing the button for home.
As the elevator ascended slowly, my thoughts drifted far away.
Betty's appearance, her relationship with Alex, and now this sudden case all seemed to fuel my growing sense of unease.
Back at home, I sat on the sofa and turned on the TV, trying to drown out the noise in my head.
But the images and sounds from the screen blurred in my mind, and I couldn't focus on them. My thoughts were consumed by Betty's words. Did Alex really care about me? Why couldn't I feel it? What was the real nature of his past with Betty?
Time passed by in a blur. I sat on the couch for a long while, until the sky outside began to brighten.
Having not slept all night, I finally stood up and walked to the bathroom. Looking at my tired reflection in the mirror, I saw a hint of stubbornness in my eyes.
I climbed into bed, hoping to catch up on some sleep, but I wasn't sure how long I had been out when I was suddenly awoken by the sound of my phone vibrating.
Groggily, I grabbed the phone and pressed the answer button. "Philbert is suffering from liver cancer. I'm afraid it's serious, but the Shepherd family is suppressing the news."
A black luxury car quietly parked downstairs, the driver standing rigidly beside the vehicle, his posture as still as a carved statue, exuding the aristocratic presence of the Song family.
Betty's high heels clicked sharply on the ground, the sound ringing crisply in the still night, echoing loudly in the silence.
As I stepped out of the elevator, I crossed my arms and regarded her with a cool gaze. "If you have something to say, just say it. It's getting late."
My voice broke the tense silence, carrying an undeniable edge of impatience.
Betty's lips curled into a slight, well-measured smile, though there was an enigmatic depth to it, as if it concealed something far more complex. "Miss Parks, do you know why I returned to the country?" she asked, her voice melodious yet carrying an almost imperceptible chill.
"Is it because of Alex?" I couldn't help but let out a small laugh, already suspecting she was yet another woman with intentions toward my husband.
Betty eyed me from head to toe, her gaze sharp and calculating, as if trying to pierce through my facade.
She looked at me for a long moment before speaking softly, a trace of sadness in her tone. "Yes, I came back for Alex. I never expected him to be married, and I certainly never imagined the woman he would marry would be you."
Her voice dripped with disdain and contempt, and her eyes seemed to tell me that there was an insurmountable gulf between Alex and me.
Indeed, to everyone else, Alex was pure and noble, and only the daughters of prestigious families were worthy of him. And I, a woman who had clawed her way back into the Parks family, was seen as unworthy to be his wife.
"So what? Do you want me to leave Alex?" I responded with calm indifference, meeting her gaze without fear. I wasn't easily swayed by her words.
Betty shook her head, a bittersweet smile appearing on her lips. "Don't worry, I didn't come here to ask you to leave him. It's clear that Alex cares about you, and even if I asked you to leave, he might not agree."
I was momentarily taken aback, surprised to find such a sharp woman before me.
But it seemed she was mistaken— I hadn't seen much evidence of Alex's care for me. In fact, his attitude toward Betty seemed more than ordinary.
"I'm curious, what exactly do you want from me?" I pushed my doubts aside, asking calmly.
"I hope you can recognize your place and not drag Alex down," Betty said, her beautiful eyes locking onto mine, her gaze unwavering and firm. "From what I know, the Herrera family doesn't like you, and because of you, Alex's relationship with his family is quite strained."
"So what?" I responded lazily, the irritation rising in my chest at her words.
"I hope you can think more about Alex, and not put him in a difficult position. It's actually for your own good," Betty continued, her voice laced with a tone of advice, but to me, it sounded more like an irritation.
I snorted inwardly. After just getting rid of a preachy Isaac, I was now facing another one in the form of Betty.
When she first appeared, I was prepared for this, but I didn't expect her to be so clever at delivering her reprimands so elegantly.
Betty stared at me without looking away, her eyes filled with a smile that, somehow, felt off.
Just as I was about to retort, Betty's voice once again cut through the silence. "Alex has been through so much, and as his wife, if you truly love him, you should be thinking more about him, not making things worse."
She paused for a moment, a touch of pity in her expression. "If you don't care about your own husband, there will be others who will."
With a soft sigh, Betty concluded, "That's all I wanted to say. I'll be at the company on Monday. I hope we can all get along from here on out."
It was clear she really cared about Alex and seemed to know a lot about his past. This wasn't surprising, considering Alex's age. Everyone has women they were fond of in their youth.
Alex was always quiet and rarely talked about his personal matters, yet Betty seemed to know him well. Clearly, their relationship was far from ordinary.
A heavy feeling settled in my chest as I walked into the building, Betty's words still echoing in my mind.
When the elevator doors opened, Marvin suddenly appeared in front of me, reaching out to pat me on the shoulder.
"Lost in thought?" His voice broke my reverie.
I snapped out of my thoughts and asked, "Why are you downstairs? I don't have anything going on."
Marvin furrowed his brow, falling into silence for a moment before responding, "There's something at the station. I need to head out."
The seriousness in his expression made me realize something was off.
Suddenly alert, I asked, "What happened?"
My voice carried a hint of urgency, and the curiosity about the case quickly swept away the unease Betty's visit had stirred up.
Seeing Marvin hesitate to answer, I couldn't help but press further, "Has there been any progress? Or is it a murder case?"
I fixed my gaze on him, studying his every micro-expression.
Marvin glared at me for a moment before finally speaking, "I'm not sure about the details yet, but I have to go quickly."
As I watched him walk away, an unsettling feeling began to rise in my chest.
What was going on with this case? Why was Marvin so tense? A series of questions swirled in my mind as I turned and entered the elevator, pressing the button for home.
As the elevator ascended slowly, my thoughts drifted far away.
Betty's appearance, her relationship with Alex, and now this sudden case all seemed to fuel my growing sense of unease.
Back at home, I sat on the sofa and turned on the TV, trying to drown out the noise in my head.
But the images and sounds from the screen blurred in my mind, and I couldn't focus on them. My thoughts were consumed by Betty's words. Did Alex really care about me? Why couldn't I feel it? What was the real nature of his past with Betty?
Time passed by in a blur. I sat on the couch for a long while, until the sky outside began to brighten.
Having not slept all night, I finally stood up and walked to the bathroom. Looking at my tired reflection in the mirror, I saw a hint of stubbornness in my eyes.
I climbed into bed, hoping to catch up on some sleep, but I wasn't sure how long I had been out when I was suddenly awoken by the sound of my phone vibrating.
Groggily, I grabbed the phone and pressed the answer button. "Philbert is suffering from liver cancer. I'm afraid it's serious, but the Shepherd family is suppressing the news."
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