Falling For My Ex's Uncle - Chapter 502: Chapter 502
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A bone-chilling cold clung to me like a shadow when I stepped out of the morgue.
The sky remained overcast, devoid of even a trace of sunlight.
A biting wind howled through the air, sending a shiver down my spine. My body instinctively curled in on itself against the cold.
Marvin had somehow appeared by my side, gently wrapping an arm around my shoulders. His voice was filled with both heartache and comfort. "Laurel, don't be too sad. Mrs. Adams would want us to be okay."
Unable to hold back my grief any longer, tears welled up in my eyes and spilled over, blurring my vision. The world before me became hazy as I leaned into his warm embrace.
My heart felt as though it had been pierced by countless tiny needles, each beat bringing a sharp pang of pain. Jamilah's face and voice kept replaying in my mind, but now, we were forever separated by life and death.
Jamilah's funeral was scheduled for three days later. From the aunt who had taken care of her, I learned that Jamilah had outwardly maintained her strong and unyielding demeanor ever since Angela passed away. However, in reality, she would often sit alone for hours in Angela's room.
At the funeral, Michael slowly stepped forward to address the gathered crowd.
His face was deathly pale, drained of all color. His bloodshot eyes were filled with exhaustion and sorrow.
"There is no greater tragedy in life than a parent burying their child," he said, his voice low and hoarse, rough like sandpaper, carrying an unbearable weight of sorrow. "Jamilah always carried guilt when it came to Angela. When she was young, we were too busy with work to spend time with her. By the time our careers stabilized, she had already grown up and no longer needed us."
He paused, taking a deep breath to steady himself before continuing, "Angela was Jamilah's greatest weakness."
Hearing his words, a wave of emotion surged within me. I couldn't help but murmur, "Mr. Adams, Mrs. Adams just missed Angela too much."
I lifted my gaze, meeting Michael's eyes with quiet understanding and sympathy.
Michael gave a slight nod, his eyes red, his voice choked with emotion as he uttered, "She spent her entire life exhausted. She deserves to finally rest—to be with her daughter."
Seeing his gaunt and grief-stricken face, my heart ached with sympathy. I offered softly, "Mr. Adams, please don't be too sad. Things will get better."
Michael let out a bitter smile, one laced with helplessness and sorrow. He said nothing more, simply standing there, unmoving, like a statue frozen in time.
People were often full of contradictions. Michael had once found Jamilah too domineering, which was why he had been drawn to Yvonne's gentle and understanding nature, leading to his infidelity.
And yet, after divorcing Jamilah, he never married Yvonne. Everyone knew deep down that his feelings for Yvonne were never as deep as he had imagined.
News of Jamilah's sudden passing spread quickly, drawing media attention. The elite of Nifelheim City also arrived one after another to pay their respects.
The funeral was crowded with people, yet a suffocating solemnity hung over the gathering, making it difficult to breathe.
The sound of weeping echoed throughout the service, but the most dramatic wails came from Yvonne.
Those around her began murmuring amongst themselves.
"Look at her, crying so loudly. Who knows if she's actually sad or just putting on a show?" A middle-aged man in a black suit leaned slightly toward his companion, whispering as he nudged him with his elbow.
His companion frowned slightly, a flicker of disdain in his eyes. "She's definitely acting. Now that Jamilah is gone, she probably can't wait to get a piece of Adams Group's fortune. She must be thrilled inside."
Not far away, two women were also engaged in quiet conversation.
One, dressed in an elegant black dress, shook her head slightly and commented, "This is the first time I've seen a mistress cry this hard over the wife's death."
The other woman agreed, "Exactly. It's just an act. She's probably scheming to milk Michael for everything he has."
I stood silently, observing it all, a growing sense of doubt forming in my heart.
Yvonne's reaction was too excessive. To me, her sorrow felt exaggerated—almost deliberate.
Deep in thought, I furrowed my brows slightly, my gaze shifting between her and Michael.
After the funeral ended, Jamilah's attorney stepped forward with a solemn expression.
Dressed in a sharp black suit, his demeanor was serious as he held a document in his hand.
Clearing his throat, he read Jamilah's last will and testament in a clear and steady voice.
When I heard that Jamilah had left all of her assets to me—including the position of Adams Group's president—I was completely stunned, overwhelmed with shock.
This was entirely different from our initial agreement. Back then, Jamilah had decided to transfer twenty percent of Adams Group's shares to me to ensure Marvin's safety. I never expected her to make it official in front of everyone.
I had thought it was only temporary and wondered how it could have become a reality.
Yvonne's reaction was even more dramatic. Her once ear-piercing wails abruptly stopped, her face frozen in disbelief.
She whipped around, her eyes burning with fury as she glared at Michael. Then, like a lioness provoked, she lunged at him, desperately grabbing his arm as she exclaimed, "Jamilah must have gone mad! How could she leave everything to an outsider?"
Her voice was shrill and piercing, nearly a scream, her face twisted with anger.
Caught off guard by her sudden outburst, Michael's expression darkened. A flicker of disgust flashed in his eyes as he forcefully shook off her grip, taking a step back. His tone was icy as he spoke, "This was Jamilah's decision. Neither of us have any right to interfere."
With that, he turned away, not sparing Yvonne another glance. His expression was cold yet conflicted.
Perhaps even he had never expected Jamilah to leave everything to me.
I stood frozen in place, a whirlwind of emotions churning within me. My mind was in chaos.
This sudden inheritance and the responsibility of leading the Adams Group left me feeling utterly lost.
Instinctively, I turned to Alex, my eyes filled with uncertainty and helplessness.
He seemed to understand my turmoil and met my gaze with unwavering resolve as if to reassure me: "Don't be afraid. I'm here."
Seeing that Michael was ignoring her, Yvonne redirected her anger toward me.
She stormed over, her face twisted into a mocking sneer as she spat, "You're nothing but an outsider. What right do you have to inherit Jamilah's fortune? No, this must be fake—it has to be fake, right?!"
The sky remained overcast, devoid of even a trace of sunlight.
A biting wind howled through the air, sending a shiver down my spine. My body instinctively curled in on itself against the cold.
Marvin had somehow appeared by my side, gently wrapping an arm around my shoulders. His voice was filled with both heartache and comfort. "Laurel, don't be too sad. Mrs. Adams would want us to be okay."
Unable to hold back my grief any longer, tears welled up in my eyes and spilled over, blurring my vision. The world before me became hazy as I leaned into his warm embrace.
My heart felt as though it had been pierced by countless tiny needles, each beat bringing a sharp pang of pain. Jamilah's face and voice kept replaying in my mind, but now, we were forever separated by life and death.
Jamilah's funeral was scheduled for three days later. From the aunt who had taken care of her, I learned that Jamilah had outwardly maintained her strong and unyielding demeanor ever since Angela passed away. However, in reality, she would often sit alone for hours in Angela's room.
At the funeral, Michael slowly stepped forward to address the gathered crowd.
His face was deathly pale, drained of all color. His bloodshot eyes were filled with exhaustion and sorrow.
"There is no greater tragedy in life than a parent burying their child," he said, his voice low and hoarse, rough like sandpaper, carrying an unbearable weight of sorrow. "Jamilah always carried guilt when it came to Angela. When she was young, we were too busy with work to spend time with her. By the time our careers stabilized, she had already grown up and no longer needed us."
He paused, taking a deep breath to steady himself before continuing, "Angela was Jamilah's greatest weakness."
Hearing his words, a wave of emotion surged within me. I couldn't help but murmur, "Mr. Adams, Mrs. Adams just missed Angela too much."
I lifted my gaze, meeting Michael's eyes with quiet understanding and sympathy.
Michael gave a slight nod, his eyes red, his voice choked with emotion as he uttered, "She spent her entire life exhausted. She deserves to finally rest—to be with her daughter."
Seeing his gaunt and grief-stricken face, my heart ached with sympathy. I offered softly, "Mr. Adams, please don't be too sad. Things will get better."
Michael let out a bitter smile, one laced with helplessness and sorrow. He said nothing more, simply standing there, unmoving, like a statue frozen in time.
People were often full of contradictions. Michael had once found Jamilah too domineering, which was why he had been drawn to Yvonne's gentle and understanding nature, leading to his infidelity.
And yet, after divorcing Jamilah, he never married Yvonne. Everyone knew deep down that his feelings for Yvonne were never as deep as he had imagined.
News of Jamilah's sudden passing spread quickly, drawing media attention. The elite of Nifelheim City also arrived one after another to pay their respects.
The funeral was crowded with people, yet a suffocating solemnity hung over the gathering, making it difficult to breathe.
The sound of weeping echoed throughout the service, but the most dramatic wails came from Yvonne.
Those around her began murmuring amongst themselves.
"Look at her, crying so loudly. Who knows if she's actually sad or just putting on a show?" A middle-aged man in a black suit leaned slightly toward his companion, whispering as he nudged him with his elbow.
His companion frowned slightly, a flicker of disdain in his eyes. "She's definitely acting. Now that Jamilah is gone, she probably can't wait to get a piece of Adams Group's fortune. She must be thrilled inside."
Not far away, two women were also engaged in quiet conversation.
One, dressed in an elegant black dress, shook her head slightly and commented, "This is the first time I've seen a mistress cry this hard over the wife's death."
The other woman agreed, "Exactly. It's just an act. She's probably scheming to milk Michael for everything he has."
I stood silently, observing it all, a growing sense of doubt forming in my heart.
Yvonne's reaction was too excessive. To me, her sorrow felt exaggerated—almost deliberate.
Deep in thought, I furrowed my brows slightly, my gaze shifting between her and Michael.
After the funeral ended, Jamilah's attorney stepped forward with a solemn expression.
Dressed in a sharp black suit, his demeanor was serious as he held a document in his hand.
Clearing his throat, he read Jamilah's last will and testament in a clear and steady voice.
When I heard that Jamilah had left all of her assets to me—including the position of Adams Group's president—I was completely stunned, overwhelmed with shock.
This was entirely different from our initial agreement. Back then, Jamilah had decided to transfer twenty percent of Adams Group's shares to me to ensure Marvin's safety. I never expected her to make it official in front of everyone.
I had thought it was only temporary and wondered how it could have become a reality.
Yvonne's reaction was even more dramatic. Her once ear-piercing wails abruptly stopped, her face frozen in disbelief.
She whipped around, her eyes burning with fury as she glared at Michael. Then, like a lioness provoked, she lunged at him, desperately grabbing his arm as she exclaimed, "Jamilah must have gone mad! How could she leave everything to an outsider?"
Her voice was shrill and piercing, nearly a scream, her face twisted with anger.
Caught off guard by her sudden outburst, Michael's expression darkened. A flicker of disgust flashed in his eyes as he forcefully shook off her grip, taking a step back. His tone was icy as he spoke, "This was Jamilah's decision. Neither of us have any right to interfere."
With that, he turned away, not sparing Yvonne another glance. His expression was cold yet conflicted.
Perhaps even he had never expected Jamilah to leave everything to me.
I stood frozen in place, a whirlwind of emotions churning within me. My mind was in chaos.
This sudden inheritance and the responsibility of leading the Adams Group left me feeling utterly lost.
Instinctively, I turned to Alex, my eyes filled with uncertainty and helplessness.
He seemed to understand my turmoil and met my gaze with unwavering resolve as if to reassure me: "Don't be afraid. I'm here."
Seeing that Michael was ignoring her, Yvonne redirected her anger toward me.
She stormed over, her face twisted into a mocking sneer as she spat, "You're nothing but an outsider. What right do you have to inherit Jamilah's fortune? No, this must be fake—it has to be fake, right?!"
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