Falling For My Ex's Uncle - Chapter 489: Chapter 489
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Alfie paused slightly at my words, his eyes filling with shock and confusion. Staring intently at me, he asked, "What did you say? Brady isn't a corrupt cop?
But he admitted it himself and even tried to bribe witnesses. The evidence is conclusive. How can you be so sure?"
His voice unconsciously rose a few notches, lacing with urgency and disbelief.
"Mr. Watts, don't you think the timing is too coincidental?" I took a deep breath, and my gaze fixed heavily on Alfie. "You had just arrested Arianna, and Brady committed suicide out of guilt? Moreover, the real murderer hasn't been found yet, but Brady readily confesses to being a corrupt cop?"
Alfie frowned and nodded. "You think Brady was framed?"
Then he paused. He folded his arms across his chest with a meditative expression.
"Marvin also had doubts about Brady being a dirty cop. Brady cares so much about his son. Even if he were a dirty cop, he wouldn't commit suicide out of guilt," said Alfie.
I nodded, choosing not to share my suspicions about the other police officer with Alfie.
Those unconfirmed suspicions were like hidden mines. One wrong step could trigger unforeseen consequences. I had to remain silent and observe from the shadows until everything was settled.
From Alfie, I learned Brady's investigation had been underway for less than 48 hours when Brady's incident occurred. The fixed monthly deposits from unknown sources into his bank account seemed to solidify his identity as a corrupt cop.
I said, "Indeed. Brady had an accident when the police began to suspect him? If the case were that simple, the police wouldn't still be investigating without any breakthroughs."
Alfie's face grew even graver as he listened. He sighed and said, "If Brady is a scapegoat, the case is far more complicated than it seems. Someone must be behind all of this."
I didn't say much, just nodding silently.
Just then, Alfie's phone rang.
He answered the call, his expression turning serious.
He looked at me after hanging up. He said heavily, "Brady is awake."
"Great! Maybe he can tell us what happened." My heart leaped with joy. I had suspected Brady's attempted suicide was a result of someone else's threats.
Alfie shook his head and said, "It's not that simple. The doctor said his injuries were serious. He may not have much time left. What's more, he's not mentally stable right now, keeps talking nonsense."
My heart sank. "Which hospital is he at? Maybe he still has important clues to tell us."
"Right here in this hospital," said Alfie.
Then I immediately pulled Alfie's arm and walked out of the ward.
When we arrived at Brady's ward, we saw a plainclothes police officer guarding the door.
Pushing the door open, we saw him lying on the bed. His body was covered with tubes. His face was pale, looking extremely weak.
His eyes were filled with fear and despair. When he saw us enter, his lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something.
Alfie walked to Brady's bedside, leaned down, and whispered, "Brady, are you a corrupt cop?"
A flicker of hesitation crossed Brady's eyes. He opened his mouth but made no sound.
After a long while, he said with difficulty, "No, I'm not. I was threatened..."
"Who the hell threatened you?" Alfie asked anxiously.
Brady's eyes suddenly flashed with a hint of terror. His body began to tremble violently, and he kept muttering, "Henry, Henry..."
Henry Martin was Brady's son.
As I turned to call the doctors, Brady's heart rate monitor suddenly let out a sharp alarm. His heartbeat was gradually stopping.
Doctors and nurses rushed in and tried to save him.
However, it was too late. Brady passed away.
Looking at Brady's body, I was filled with anger and guilt.
If I hadn't suspected Brady of being the corrupt cop, maybe he wouldn't have become a scapegoat, and he mightn't have died. It was I who killed him.
Alfie noticed I was not looking well and hurriedly reached out to support me as I swayed.
I took a deep breath, straightened up, and stared at him. "Brady shouldn't have died... It was my fault."
"Laurel, you are tired. Go back to your ward and rest." Alfie suddenly interrupted me and called a nurse to take me back to my ward.
I saw a figure darting toward Brady's ward when I walked into the elevator.
At that moment, the immense sadness and guilt in my heart felt like it could swallow me whole.
To avenge Angela and find her real killer, I would pay any price.
Until that moment, I realized I couldn't ignore life.
Accompanied by the nurse, I returned to the ward. Sophina washed a lot of fruit and food for me but I had no appetite. I just felt exhausted.
"Laurel, are you feeling unwell?" Sophina asked cautiously. A hint of doubt was in her eyes as she looked at me.
I pulled my lips and shook my head, unable to utter.
I climbed into bed and closed my eyes. My heart felt empty as if a large chunk had been gouged out. A chill spread throughout my body, making me tremble.
An innocent person was killed in my haste to find the murderer.
The moment I closed my eyes, Brady's smiling face appeared in my mind.
Brady had always been optimistic, and it seemed he didn't take anything to heart.
I suddenly felt deeply sinful at that moment.
'If I don't seek justice for Brady, I might go to hell. If I go to hell, how can I see Angela, whom I've missed for so long?' I thought.
I took a deep breath and raised my hand to wipe away the tears sliding down my face.
I reached for my phone under the pillow and texted Asher.
I was not afraid to fall into the abyss of hell but afraid there would be no reincarnation in this life.
Therefore, I needed to ensure the safety of the people around me before I made a move.
The message rang within three minutes of being sent. It was an unknown number.
"Are you sure you've thought it through?" Asher asked on the phone.
"Yes." I didn't hesitate.
"Okay, I got it." Asher hung up the phone after speaking.
I lay back in the warm bed and curled up tightly.
I dreamed of Angela again.
She glared at me with red eyes, accusing me of abandoning her. But she was the one who abandoned me.
"We will meet again in the next life or the next."
"Then it's settled. We must live to be a hundred years old the next time we meet."
But he admitted it himself and even tried to bribe witnesses. The evidence is conclusive. How can you be so sure?"
His voice unconsciously rose a few notches, lacing with urgency and disbelief.
"Mr. Watts, don't you think the timing is too coincidental?" I took a deep breath, and my gaze fixed heavily on Alfie. "You had just arrested Arianna, and Brady committed suicide out of guilt? Moreover, the real murderer hasn't been found yet, but Brady readily confesses to being a corrupt cop?"
Alfie frowned and nodded. "You think Brady was framed?"
Then he paused. He folded his arms across his chest with a meditative expression.
"Marvin also had doubts about Brady being a dirty cop. Brady cares so much about his son. Even if he were a dirty cop, he wouldn't commit suicide out of guilt," said Alfie.
I nodded, choosing not to share my suspicions about the other police officer with Alfie.
Those unconfirmed suspicions were like hidden mines. One wrong step could trigger unforeseen consequences. I had to remain silent and observe from the shadows until everything was settled.
From Alfie, I learned Brady's investigation had been underway for less than 48 hours when Brady's incident occurred. The fixed monthly deposits from unknown sources into his bank account seemed to solidify his identity as a corrupt cop.
I said, "Indeed. Brady had an accident when the police began to suspect him? If the case were that simple, the police wouldn't still be investigating without any breakthroughs."
Alfie's face grew even graver as he listened. He sighed and said, "If Brady is a scapegoat, the case is far more complicated than it seems. Someone must be behind all of this."
I didn't say much, just nodding silently.
Just then, Alfie's phone rang.
He answered the call, his expression turning serious.
He looked at me after hanging up. He said heavily, "Brady is awake."
"Great! Maybe he can tell us what happened." My heart leaped with joy. I had suspected Brady's attempted suicide was a result of someone else's threats.
Alfie shook his head and said, "It's not that simple. The doctor said his injuries were serious. He may not have much time left. What's more, he's not mentally stable right now, keeps talking nonsense."
My heart sank. "Which hospital is he at? Maybe he still has important clues to tell us."
"Right here in this hospital," said Alfie.
Then I immediately pulled Alfie's arm and walked out of the ward.
When we arrived at Brady's ward, we saw a plainclothes police officer guarding the door.
Pushing the door open, we saw him lying on the bed. His body was covered with tubes. His face was pale, looking extremely weak.
His eyes were filled with fear and despair. When he saw us enter, his lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something.
Alfie walked to Brady's bedside, leaned down, and whispered, "Brady, are you a corrupt cop?"
A flicker of hesitation crossed Brady's eyes. He opened his mouth but made no sound.
After a long while, he said with difficulty, "No, I'm not. I was threatened..."
"Who the hell threatened you?" Alfie asked anxiously.
Brady's eyes suddenly flashed with a hint of terror. His body began to tremble violently, and he kept muttering, "Henry, Henry..."
Henry Martin was Brady's son.
As I turned to call the doctors, Brady's heart rate monitor suddenly let out a sharp alarm. His heartbeat was gradually stopping.
Doctors and nurses rushed in and tried to save him.
However, it was too late. Brady passed away.
Looking at Brady's body, I was filled with anger and guilt.
If I hadn't suspected Brady of being the corrupt cop, maybe he wouldn't have become a scapegoat, and he mightn't have died. It was I who killed him.
Alfie noticed I was not looking well and hurriedly reached out to support me as I swayed.
I took a deep breath, straightened up, and stared at him. "Brady shouldn't have died... It was my fault."
"Laurel, you are tired. Go back to your ward and rest." Alfie suddenly interrupted me and called a nurse to take me back to my ward.
I saw a figure darting toward Brady's ward when I walked into the elevator.
At that moment, the immense sadness and guilt in my heart felt like it could swallow me whole.
To avenge Angela and find her real killer, I would pay any price.
Until that moment, I realized I couldn't ignore life.
Accompanied by the nurse, I returned to the ward. Sophina washed a lot of fruit and food for me but I had no appetite. I just felt exhausted.
"Laurel, are you feeling unwell?" Sophina asked cautiously. A hint of doubt was in her eyes as she looked at me.
I pulled my lips and shook my head, unable to utter.
I climbed into bed and closed my eyes. My heart felt empty as if a large chunk had been gouged out. A chill spread throughout my body, making me tremble.
An innocent person was killed in my haste to find the murderer.
The moment I closed my eyes, Brady's smiling face appeared in my mind.
Brady had always been optimistic, and it seemed he didn't take anything to heart.
I suddenly felt deeply sinful at that moment.
'If I don't seek justice for Brady, I might go to hell. If I go to hell, how can I see Angela, whom I've missed for so long?' I thought.
I took a deep breath and raised my hand to wipe away the tears sliding down my face.
I reached for my phone under the pillow and texted Asher.
I was not afraid to fall into the abyss of hell but afraid there would be no reincarnation in this life.
Therefore, I needed to ensure the safety of the people around me before I made a move.
The message rang within three minutes of being sent. It was an unknown number.
"Are you sure you've thought it through?" Asher asked on the phone.
"Yes." I didn't hesitate.
"Okay, I got it." Asher hung up the phone after speaking.
I lay back in the warm bed and curled up tightly.
I dreamed of Angela again.
She glared at me with red eyes, accusing me of abandoning her. But she was the one who abandoned me.
"We will meet again in the next life or the next."
"Then it's settled. We must live to be a hundred years old the next time we meet."
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