Falling For My Ex's Uncle - Chapter 442: Chapter 442

Twenty minutes later, I had the driver stop the car near the Herrera Group's building, trying to avoid anyone noticing me stepping out of a strange vehicle.
I didn't want to explain myself, especially with Leah looking for any excuse to throw me out.
As I walked past the bustling crowds, I felt a strange tension, as if someone's eyes were following me.
I furrowed my brows, my heart racing with suspicion. Was it Harold's men tailing me?
But within ten seconds, I dismissed the thought.
Harold would never waste time sending someone to follow me—if he wanted to harm me, he would have acted directly. He's a police chief; he wouldn't be foolish enough to play such games.
I paused for a moment, my forehead pulsing with a slight headache. I took out my phone, dialing Marvin as I pushed through the revolving door of the building.
A shadow passed by the glass door, sending a cold shiver down my spine.
It seemed like my suspicions were right—someone was following me.
Suddenly, I couldn't shake the image of the man in black gloves, the one who had stalked me before.
Could it be him? But no, I quickly dismissed the thought. If it were him, he wouldn't be wasting time tracking me down; he would have taken the direct approach.
Besides, if it were those masked killers from before, the bald one would be the most likely to want me dead.
After all, he watched his lover die right in front of me. Though I wasn't the one who killed her, he surely still held a grudge against me.
I spoke quietly into the phone. "I think I'm being followed."
"Where are you?" Marvin's voice came through low, but urgent. "I'm coming right now."
"No, I'm fine. I just wanted to know—what's the relationship between Harold and his wife, Grace?" I asked nonchalantly, trying to hide the tension in my voice.
There was a long pause on the other end of the line before Marvin responded. "Forget about that. You're worried about your own safety, and now you're asking about gossip?"
I could tell from his tone that he was frustrated. He didn't understand why I was so interested in this when I might be in danger.
But the truth was, I valued my life. More importantly, I needed to find the truth about Angela's killer, and I couldn't face her in the afterlife unless I had avenged her.
"This gossip is important to me," I replied firmly.
Marvin hesitated, then his voice took on a serious tone. "You think Harold might be behind the people following you? Are you joking?"
I entered the elevator, leaning against the wall as I spoke, my lips dry. "There's a third victim of poisoning."
I heard Marvin cough, followed by a string of curses. Just then, a doorbell rang outside.
I froze. Who could it be at this time?
"There's someone at the door. I'll go check," Marvin said, his voice tinged with frustration.
I understood his feelings—Wilhelm's case was still unsolved, and pressure from above was mounting. They wanted answers, and fast. But solving a case like this, especially with someone like Wilhelm, who had no stable job, was like finding a needle in a haystack.
"Looks like a delivery," Marvin said, his voice a little lighter.
I immediately snapped back, "Don't open the door."
He paused, confused. "What's going on?"
"Deliveries don't come inside the building. Couriers aren't allowed to enter the complex."
Marvin paused, finally realizing what I meant. He chuckled softly. "You mean someone out there wants my life, and you think I'm not their match?"
"Exactly," I replied bluntly. "They're not here to deliver packages; they want your life. Do you really think you can fight them off?"
Marvin hesitated for a long moment before raising his voice. "They left. Good thing you warned me. I almost thought it was a delivery."
I sighed, exasperated. "Marvin, you're a cop. Don't you have any awareness?"
Most criminals trying to infiltrate a home pose as delivery people or students—groups that people would normally trust because they look harmless. But danger can lurk in the most familiar faces.
By the time I'd finished, Marvin switched gears. "You were asking about Mr. Foster and his wife. What's going on there?"
His change of topic was deliberate, and I narrowed my eyes. "What are you hiding from me?"
"Laurel, I'd give up everything to avoid the Adams family," Marvin said, his tone quiet but serious. "Stop digging into it. What's in the past should stay there."
I stiffened, his words striking me like a sudden blow. "Angela would want you to be happy. She wouldn't want you seeking revenge for her," he added gently.
"I disagree," I said firmly.
Marvin had changed since becoming a cop. He wasn't the shy, timid boy I once knew. How could he be afraid of his own life?
I thought for a moment, then couldn't help but ask, "Marvin, what did you find out?"
He must have uncovered something valuable—something so dangerous that he couldn't speak of it freely. But whoever was behind it had enough power to threaten him into silence.
Marvin paused, clearly wrestling with his words. "Laurel, do you really think everything you've sacrificed will bring you the answers you want? Can you really bring the killer of Angela to justice?"