Falling For My Ex's Uncle - Chapter 482: Chapter 482
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"After a thorough investigation, it was determined that Jalen passed away at the age of fifteen, having died by suicide after jumping from a school building," Alfie said, his voice low and hoarse.
"The school? Which one?" I asked, my brows knitting tightly as confusion and curiosity filled my gaze. I looked directly at Alfie, waiting for an answer.
Alfie's deep eyes lit, yet his tone conveyed a deep regret. "Nifelheim High School."
"But why does no one at the school know about Jalen? Who was the Jalen that Wilhelm and Liesel encountered if he died? Could it be that the teachers were completely unaware of his suicide?" Questions poured from my mind as my emotions grew increasingly unsettled. Without realizing it, my hands clenched tightly into fists.
Alfie turned slightly to the side, his gaze still fixed outside the window as if lost in the memories of that time. "When Jalen died by suicide, it was during the crucial final year before high school entrance exams. Given the severity of the incident, the education bureau intervened, settled with his family, and ultimately suppressed the news.
"After the exams ended, the teachers who were aware of what happened all requested transfers to other schools. As for Jalen's classmates, they never knew the truth—they believed he had transferred." As Alfie finished speaking, his brows furrowed as if lost in thought.
After a brief pause, he added, "The reason we've never been able to find any trace of Jalen is that he was already dead. Those rumors about him transferring to another city for school or work were hearsay. When he died by suicide, it was a tragic and gruesome scene."
"Were the photos Wilhelm and Liesel had taken before Jalen's death, or were they taken by the person impersonating him?" I muttered, my frown deepening. Then, I asked coldly, "Was the impostor the one who killed Wilhelm and Liesel?"
Alfie slowly turned around, his gaze filled with anger and sorrow—emotions suppressed for too long, finally finding an outlet. "At the time, the police didn't give much attention to this case.
"After all, many students struggle under academic pressure and choose to end their lives—it was something we saw all too often. So we never stopped to question the real reason behind Jalen's suicide."
"Didn't his parents try to seek justice for him?" I asked, disbelieving in my voice and with sympathy in my eyes.
Alfie shook his head lightly, his expression filled with deep sorrow. He pouted, and his eyes carried a sense of helplessness. "Perhaps, to them, a child who died by suicide wasn't worth the effort of uncovering the truth."
I stood frozen as though time had stopped, and it took me a while to return to reality. I let out a soft sigh. Indeed, not all parents are deeply devoted to their children. "Mr. Watts," I said, looking at him with expectation, "what should we do next?"
Alfie shot me a sharp, unwavering glance, his eyes filled with an undeniable resolve. "Laurel," he said firmly, "you don't need to concern yourself too much with this case. If the police have any leads, they will be made public. You should head home now."
I ignored his words. My curiosity and determination to uncover the truth made it impossible to let this go. "Since someone impersonated Jalen, they must be connected to the case back then.
"We need to start with this impostor, follow the trail, and uncover the truth behind it. Send me Jalen's information, and I'll call to see if I can get a lead on the impostor's real identity."
However, I hadn't finished speaking when Alfie gestured toward the door, and a female officer quickly walked in. "Take her out," Alfie ordered coldly.
The officer approached my side and politely yet firmly said, "Miss Parks, please come with me."
I wanted to say something more, but the officer didn't give me a chance and escorted me out of the police station. The sunlight was blinding, and I raised my hand to shield my eyes.
When Liam saw me being "chased" out, the corners of his lips involuntarily pressed into a thin line. His expression conflicted as if he wanted to laugh but didn't dare. "Mrs. Herrera, since you have the day off, how about I take you to Mr. Herrera?" Liam asked cautiously.
As I hesitated, my gaze unintentionally drifted to the distance. I saw a figure slowly approaching. As the figure drew nearer, I finally recognized the person—Javier.
His face was battered and bruised, the once handsome features now covered in swollen marks. His eyes carried a sense of exhaustion and defeat, and he looked utterly disheveled. His hair was a mess, his clothes wrinkled, and his steps were unsteady as if he might fall at any moment.
"Javier, what happened to you?" I quickly stepped forward, as I asked concernly.
Javier lifted his head, and a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes when he saw me. However, he quickly lowered his gaze as if embarrassed for me to see him in such a state. "I... it's nothing. I just tripped and fell," he said, his voice hoarse and tinged with a hint of deliberate concealment.
"How could a fall cause this?" I stared directly into his eyes, my tone unmistakably insistent. "Stop lying to me. What happened?"
Javier hesitated for a moment, then let out a sigh, lifting his head. His eyes were filled with helplessness and grievance. "I-I offended someone I shouldn't have, and they sent people to teach me a lesson."
"Who was it? Why did they do this to you?" Anger surged in my chest as I thought about how outrageous these people were.
Javier shook his head. "Don't ask. It won't do any good. I can't afford to mess with them."
Seeing Javier in this state, my heart ached with sympathy. "Don't worry, I won't let them get away with bullying you like this. Just tell me what happened. Maybe I can help figure something out."
Javier bit his lip as if engaged in a fierce internal struggle. After a long pause, he finally spoke, his voice slow and hesitant. "I've been looking into some things recently and may have crossed paths with certain people's interests. That's maybe why they sent someone to warn me."
"What are you investigating?" I felt uneasy and couldn't shake the feeling that Javier was hiding something from me.
Javier froze for a moment, then looked at me hesitantly. "Laurel, tell me how Angela died if you want to know."
"The school? Which one?" I asked, my brows knitting tightly as confusion and curiosity filled my gaze. I looked directly at Alfie, waiting for an answer.
Alfie's deep eyes lit, yet his tone conveyed a deep regret. "Nifelheim High School."
"But why does no one at the school know about Jalen? Who was the Jalen that Wilhelm and Liesel encountered if he died? Could it be that the teachers were completely unaware of his suicide?" Questions poured from my mind as my emotions grew increasingly unsettled. Without realizing it, my hands clenched tightly into fists.
Alfie turned slightly to the side, his gaze still fixed outside the window as if lost in the memories of that time. "When Jalen died by suicide, it was during the crucial final year before high school entrance exams. Given the severity of the incident, the education bureau intervened, settled with his family, and ultimately suppressed the news.
"After the exams ended, the teachers who were aware of what happened all requested transfers to other schools. As for Jalen's classmates, they never knew the truth—they believed he had transferred." As Alfie finished speaking, his brows furrowed as if lost in thought.
After a brief pause, he added, "The reason we've never been able to find any trace of Jalen is that he was already dead. Those rumors about him transferring to another city for school or work were hearsay. When he died by suicide, it was a tragic and gruesome scene."
"Were the photos Wilhelm and Liesel had taken before Jalen's death, or were they taken by the person impersonating him?" I muttered, my frown deepening. Then, I asked coldly, "Was the impostor the one who killed Wilhelm and Liesel?"
Alfie slowly turned around, his gaze filled with anger and sorrow—emotions suppressed for too long, finally finding an outlet. "At the time, the police didn't give much attention to this case.
"After all, many students struggle under academic pressure and choose to end their lives—it was something we saw all too often. So we never stopped to question the real reason behind Jalen's suicide."
"Didn't his parents try to seek justice for him?" I asked, disbelieving in my voice and with sympathy in my eyes.
Alfie shook his head lightly, his expression filled with deep sorrow. He pouted, and his eyes carried a sense of helplessness. "Perhaps, to them, a child who died by suicide wasn't worth the effort of uncovering the truth."
I stood frozen as though time had stopped, and it took me a while to return to reality. I let out a soft sigh. Indeed, not all parents are deeply devoted to their children. "Mr. Watts," I said, looking at him with expectation, "what should we do next?"
Alfie shot me a sharp, unwavering glance, his eyes filled with an undeniable resolve. "Laurel," he said firmly, "you don't need to concern yourself too much with this case. If the police have any leads, they will be made public. You should head home now."
I ignored his words. My curiosity and determination to uncover the truth made it impossible to let this go. "Since someone impersonated Jalen, they must be connected to the case back then.
"We need to start with this impostor, follow the trail, and uncover the truth behind it. Send me Jalen's information, and I'll call to see if I can get a lead on the impostor's real identity."
However, I hadn't finished speaking when Alfie gestured toward the door, and a female officer quickly walked in. "Take her out," Alfie ordered coldly.
The officer approached my side and politely yet firmly said, "Miss Parks, please come with me."
I wanted to say something more, but the officer didn't give me a chance and escorted me out of the police station. The sunlight was blinding, and I raised my hand to shield my eyes.
When Liam saw me being "chased" out, the corners of his lips involuntarily pressed into a thin line. His expression conflicted as if he wanted to laugh but didn't dare. "Mrs. Herrera, since you have the day off, how about I take you to Mr. Herrera?" Liam asked cautiously.
As I hesitated, my gaze unintentionally drifted to the distance. I saw a figure slowly approaching. As the figure drew nearer, I finally recognized the person—Javier.
His face was battered and bruised, the once handsome features now covered in swollen marks. His eyes carried a sense of exhaustion and defeat, and he looked utterly disheveled. His hair was a mess, his clothes wrinkled, and his steps were unsteady as if he might fall at any moment.
"Javier, what happened to you?" I quickly stepped forward, as I asked concernly.
Javier lifted his head, and a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes when he saw me. However, he quickly lowered his gaze as if embarrassed for me to see him in such a state. "I... it's nothing. I just tripped and fell," he said, his voice hoarse and tinged with a hint of deliberate concealment.
"How could a fall cause this?" I stared directly into his eyes, my tone unmistakably insistent. "Stop lying to me. What happened?"
Javier hesitated for a moment, then let out a sigh, lifting his head. His eyes were filled with helplessness and grievance. "I-I offended someone I shouldn't have, and they sent people to teach me a lesson."
"Who was it? Why did they do this to you?" Anger surged in my chest as I thought about how outrageous these people were.
Javier shook his head. "Don't ask. It won't do any good. I can't afford to mess with them."
Seeing Javier in this state, my heart ached with sympathy. "Don't worry, I won't let them get away with bullying you like this. Just tell me what happened. Maybe I can help figure something out."
Javier bit his lip as if engaged in a fierce internal struggle. After a long pause, he finally spoke, his voice slow and hesitant. "I've been looking into some things recently and may have crossed paths with certain people's interests. That's maybe why they sent someone to warn me."
"What are you investigating?" I felt uneasy and couldn't shake the feeling that Javier was hiding something from me.
Javier froze for a moment, then looked at me hesitantly. "Laurel, tell me how Angela died if you want to know."
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