Falling For My Ex's Uncle - Chapter 452: Chapter 452
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I was filled with doubt. I couldn't wrap my head around the idea that someone as capable as Alex could be threatened by Bailee. The only thing that made sense was her using his injured leg to manipulate him.
Just as I was about to step into the hospital room, I heard Bailee's voice from inside.
"Alex, have you thought about what I asked you?"
I froze, startled.
Bailee continued, "Alex, don't waste any more time. You only married Laurel because you had no choice. Even if she hadn't been in the picture, you would never have married Samantha. The Herrera family needed the Harvey family's support, and without it, the Parks family would have come after you."
I felt a tightness in my chest at her words.
I'd always known Alex married me out of necessity, but I hadn't realized there was so much political intrigue involved. The Herrera Group had established itself in Newton City, and a marriage to the Harvey family could indeed provoke the Parks family's wrath.
I had always assumed that Alex rushed to marry me to take care of family business, to avoid the forced alliances within his family. Samantha, his fiancée, had been chosen by Lena, and perhaps Alex had his reservations, rushing into a quick marriage to avoid unnecessary stress.
But now, I realized that Alex's haste to marry me wasn't about a family alliance—it was about his fear of the Parks family's power.
Suddenly, the tension in my chest loosened as I understood. The Parks family's influence was far greater than I'd ever imagined.
I could also see why Henry wanted to work with me to get into the Parks family. Gaining their trust was likely an impossible feat—unless you were one of their daughters.
Alex had no choice but to marry a woman without any family background. I wouldn't benefit the Herrera Group, but my lack of ties would ensure that the Parks family didn't target them.
Now it all made sense. I had been wrong all along. Alex's rush to marry me wasn't to save me from Austin's family; it was purely for his own reasons.
How could Alex possibly care about me? Back then, I was simply the person who met all his conditions—nothing more.
Thinking about how he defied the Herrera family's objections to marry me, how he risked his life to save me, and here I was, foolishly questioning whether I held any place in his heart—it was nothing short of ridiculous.
I couldn't help but laugh at myself bitterly. There was no longer any point in trying to dig deeper into what they were discussing in the room.
"Alex, do you think Laurel would still want to be with you if she knew that you married her because you already knew who she was?" Bailee's voice broke through the silence.
I abruptly stopped in my tracks. A sudden realization hit me, and I finally understood why I had been so reckless, and yet Alex still refused to divorce me.
The real reason behind our rushed marriage wasn't because I was Austin's ex-girlfriend, nor was it out of any pity or admiration for me.
It was simply because I was Maddox's daughter.
As I stepped outside the hospital, Liam spotted me and immediately walked over, opening an umbrella to shield me from the rain. "It's starting to rain," he said gently.
"Let's go home," I replied softly.
Liam, sensing my mood, didn't pry into the reason for my silence.
He quietly opened the door to the back seat of the car, and on the drive home, he kept to himself.
After a hot shower, I didn't feel as devastated as I had expected.
Perhaps it was because, deep down, I had never really expected Alex to care for me.
The truth was, we were just two people with an arrangement—nothing more. And thinking that way, the ache in my heart began to ease.
The next day, the rain cleared, but I still felt exhausted. I must have been coming down with something, which explained why I felt so drained.
I sent Danny a quick message, telling him I wasn't going to the office today. I didn't need to go to work, but I had to visit Marvin in the hospital.
Unfortunately, I didn't get to see Marvin. He was no longer in danger, but still unconscious in the ICU. The doctor warned that if he didn't wake up within 48 hours, he could end up in a vegetative state.
I didn't want him to die, nor did I want him to suffer in such a way.
Though I couldn't see Marvin, I did see Yvonne and Michael in the hospital. Yvonne was crying uncontrollably, nearly collapsing from grief.
"Isn't there anything else that can be done?" Michael grasped the doctor's hand, his voice trembling.
It had been months since I'd last seen him, and I was shocked to see so much gray in his hair.
When Yvonne saw me, she flew at me, rage burning in her eyes, as though she were about to slap me. But the doctor intervened, stopping her.
"What are you doing, Yvonne?" Michael frowned, gripping her arm. "What does Laurel have to do with Marvin's condition?"
Yvonne's words were sharp and full of hatred. "She's a curse. Anyone who's near her is doomed. First, she killed Angela, and now my son's lying in that bed. She even killed her own child!"
She yelled and cried, her voice full of venom.
"She's a disaster. All her loved ones are dead. They're all dead..." Yvonne's eyes blazed as she glared at me, wishing she could tear me apart.
But more than anyone, I wanted Marvin to survive.
Alfie, who had been standing outside on the balcony smoking, walked over when he heard the commotion. The faint smell of tobacco clung to him.
"Yvonne," Alfie said, his voice filled with helplessness. "Marvin's condition has nothing to do with Miss Parks. If it weren't for her, Marvin might have already died."
Yvonne ignored him, still glaring at me with intense hatred.
"Marvin wouldn't be in this condition if it weren't for her," she spat, her words full of accusation.
Alfie opened his mouth to explain further, but I nudged him gently with my elbow, signaling that it wasn't worth it. Yvonne wouldn't believe him, no matter what we said.
"Laurel, don't take it personally," Michael said, looking at me with a regretful expression. "Yvonne just can't accept the reality of it all."
I nodded, understanding the pain behind his words.
Michael had already lost his beloved daughter, and now he was likely losing Marvin too. For a man his age, such a blow was unbearable.
Yvonne continued to cry and curse, desperately trying to release her fear and grief. But before long, she collapsed, fainting from the emotional strain.
The doctor gave me a hesitant look, as though he wanted to say something but wasn't sure. After a pause, he finally spoke.
"There is a special neuro-drug," he said carefully, "that might help with Marvin's recovery."
Just as I was about to step into the hospital room, I heard Bailee's voice from inside.
"Alex, have you thought about what I asked you?"
I froze, startled.
Bailee continued, "Alex, don't waste any more time. You only married Laurel because you had no choice. Even if she hadn't been in the picture, you would never have married Samantha. The Herrera family needed the Harvey family's support, and without it, the Parks family would have come after you."
I felt a tightness in my chest at her words.
I'd always known Alex married me out of necessity, but I hadn't realized there was so much political intrigue involved. The Herrera Group had established itself in Newton City, and a marriage to the Harvey family could indeed provoke the Parks family's wrath.
I had always assumed that Alex rushed to marry me to take care of family business, to avoid the forced alliances within his family. Samantha, his fiancée, had been chosen by Lena, and perhaps Alex had his reservations, rushing into a quick marriage to avoid unnecessary stress.
But now, I realized that Alex's haste to marry me wasn't about a family alliance—it was about his fear of the Parks family's power.
Suddenly, the tension in my chest loosened as I understood. The Parks family's influence was far greater than I'd ever imagined.
I could also see why Henry wanted to work with me to get into the Parks family. Gaining their trust was likely an impossible feat—unless you were one of their daughters.
Alex had no choice but to marry a woman without any family background. I wouldn't benefit the Herrera Group, but my lack of ties would ensure that the Parks family didn't target them.
Now it all made sense. I had been wrong all along. Alex's rush to marry me wasn't to save me from Austin's family; it was purely for his own reasons.
How could Alex possibly care about me? Back then, I was simply the person who met all his conditions—nothing more.
Thinking about how he defied the Herrera family's objections to marry me, how he risked his life to save me, and here I was, foolishly questioning whether I held any place in his heart—it was nothing short of ridiculous.
I couldn't help but laugh at myself bitterly. There was no longer any point in trying to dig deeper into what they were discussing in the room.
"Alex, do you think Laurel would still want to be with you if she knew that you married her because you already knew who she was?" Bailee's voice broke through the silence.
I abruptly stopped in my tracks. A sudden realization hit me, and I finally understood why I had been so reckless, and yet Alex still refused to divorce me.
The real reason behind our rushed marriage wasn't because I was Austin's ex-girlfriend, nor was it out of any pity or admiration for me.
It was simply because I was Maddox's daughter.
As I stepped outside the hospital, Liam spotted me and immediately walked over, opening an umbrella to shield me from the rain. "It's starting to rain," he said gently.
"Let's go home," I replied softly.
Liam, sensing my mood, didn't pry into the reason for my silence.
He quietly opened the door to the back seat of the car, and on the drive home, he kept to himself.
After a hot shower, I didn't feel as devastated as I had expected.
Perhaps it was because, deep down, I had never really expected Alex to care for me.
The truth was, we were just two people with an arrangement—nothing more. And thinking that way, the ache in my heart began to ease.
The next day, the rain cleared, but I still felt exhausted. I must have been coming down with something, which explained why I felt so drained.
I sent Danny a quick message, telling him I wasn't going to the office today. I didn't need to go to work, but I had to visit Marvin in the hospital.
Unfortunately, I didn't get to see Marvin. He was no longer in danger, but still unconscious in the ICU. The doctor warned that if he didn't wake up within 48 hours, he could end up in a vegetative state.
I didn't want him to die, nor did I want him to suffer in such a way.
Though I couldn't see Marvin, I did see Yvonne and Michael in the hospital. Yvonne was crying uncontrollably, nearly collapsing from grief.
"Isn't there anything else that can be done?" Michael grasped the doctor's hand, his voice trembling.
It had been months since I'd last seen him, and I was shocked to see so much gray in his hair.
When Yvonne saw me, she flew at me, rage burning in her eyes, as though she were about to slap me. But the doctor intervened, stopping her.
"What are you doing, Yvonne?" Michael frowned, gripping her arm. "What does Laurel have to do with Marvin's condition?"
Yvonne's words were sharp and full of hatred. "She's a curse. Anyone who's near her is doomed. First, she killed Angela, and now my son's lying in that bed. She even killed her own child!"
She yelled and cried, her voice full of venom.
"She's a disaster. All her loved ones are dead. They're all dead..." Yvonne's eyes blazed as she glared at me, wishing she could tear me apart.
But more than anyone, I wanted Marvin to survive.
Alfie, who had been standing outside on the balcony smoking, walked over when he heard the commotion. The faint smell of tobacco clung to him.
"Yvonne," Alfie said, his voice filled with helplessness. "Marvin's condition has nothing to do with Miss Parks. If it weren't for her, Marvin might have already died."
Yvonne ignored him, still glaring at me with intense hatred.
"Marvin wouldn't be in this condition if it weren't for her," she spat, her words full of accusation.
Alfie opened his mouth to explain further, but I nudged him gently with my elbow, signaling that it wasn't worth it. Yvonne wouldn't believe him, no matter what we said.
"Laurel, don't take it personally," Michael said, looking at me with a regretful expression. "Yvonne just can't accept the reality of it all."
I nodded, understanding the pain behind his words.
Michael had already lost his beloved daughter, and now he was likely losing Marvin too. For a man his age, such a blow was unbearable.
Yvonne continued to cry and curse, desperately trying to release her fear and grief. But before long, she collapsed, fainting from the emotional strain.
The doctor gave me a hesitant look, as though he wanted to say something but wasn't sure. After a pause, he finally spoke.
"There is a special neuro-drug," he said carefully, "that might help with Marvin's recovery."
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