Falling For My Ex's Uncle - Chapter 509: Chapter 509
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I had met Harold five years ago at a gathering. He had the quiet charm of a gentleman, and it seemed that time had barely touched him. In fact, he looked even more distinguished now, with a maturity and a certain masculine allure that came only with age.
Though older now, his features still carried the traces of a man who must have captivated many women in his youth. It was likely that Micah had once fallen under his spell, and even now, she probably couldn't forget Harold standing before her.
But Harold was too cunning; otherwise, how could he have abandoned Micah he'd been with for years and turned around to marry the daughter of the Duesler family?
In truth, Micah hadn't married Keith by choice. She had been ready to give up everything and run away with Harold. But Harold wasn't willing to sacrifice his promising future for her.
It seemed that, even back then, Harold had already set his sights on marrying into the Duesler family. Otherwise, there would be no reason for him to marry Grace after Micah had married into the Lambert family, leaving Micah to shoulder the unfair reputation of being driven by greed.
To the outside world, it appeared that Micah had abandoned Harold, with his modest background, to marry into the Lambert family. What they didn't know was that even after marrying into the Lambert family, Micah still couldn't forget Harold.
She even showed an unexpected forgiveness toward Julissa, the woman who had taken him from her. If anyone else had been in her place, the scandal would have been public knowledge, and Harold's reputation would have been shattered.
'I had always thought only young, naive girls could be so blinded by love, never realizing that love could overwhelm anyone, regardless of age or gender.'
"Mr. Foster, do you have the antidote?" I asked, getting straight to the point.
Classical music played softly in the café, and there were no other customers around. The place was so secluded that it seemed unlikely anyone else would come here. 'I even wondered if the owner simply loved coffee and quiet surroundings, choosing this peaceful spot for his enjoyment.'
The décor of the café was unique, with a dim, industrial ruin aesthetic. It had two floors, a movie screen, and open side doors, making it perfect for both work and relaxation. The place was filled with various flowers and greenery, and the transparent glass ceiling allowed sunlight to pour in, creating a lazy, relaxed atmosphere.
"Do you think I would lie to you?" Harold's voice was deep, with a gentle smile in his eyes.
As he spoke, the warmth in his smile gave him the air of a university professor, exuding a quiet, composed elegance. 'To him, I was probably nothing more than a passing thought.'
Given his status and abilities, dealing with me would likely be effortless for him. 'But was he truly the mastermind behind Angela's death?'
From what I knew so far, there was no connection between Harold and Angela. Moreover, as a public official, he would never act so recklessly. The only possibility was that someone else was pulling the strings behind him.
I suspected Harold because he saved Alex. From Angela to Henry and then to Alex, it seemed there was a hidden hand orchestrating accidents to eliminate those he wanted out of the way.
I forced a smile, trying to mask the unease growing inside me. "If you truly have the antidote, why not give it to Bailee?"
I fixed my gaze on him, searching for any hint of crack in his expression. 'Bailee had gone to great lengths to stay close to Alex, her intentions clear—she was trying to marry into the Herrera family. How could Harold not know? Without his approval, how could Bailee have been by Alex's side when he was so badly injured?'
Harold lifted his coffee cup, taking a slow, graceful sip. With calm deliberation, he spoke, "When people are young, they always desire what they can't have."
As he spoke, his gaze drifted toward the window as if lost in some distant memory. The sunlight illuminated his face, highlighting the sharp contours of his profile, making it impossible to tell whether he was speaking the truth or not.
He was clearly trying to distance himself, making it seem like he wasn't unaware of Bailee's decision but simply powerless to stop her.
"Mr. Foster, if you're aware of Bailee's intentions, then why not support her?" I asked, sitting across from Harold and looking up at him calmly.
Harold set his coffee cup down, rubbing his forehead with a weary sigh. "You can't force matters of the heart, and you certainly can't stop them. Bailee is stubborn—she won't give up until she hits a wall."
I smiled softly, remaining silent.
At that moment, a waiter approached with a cup of coffee, placing it gently in front of me. "I wasn't sure what you preferred, so I just ordered something for you." Harold looked at me, his face carrying a faint smile.
I took a sip of the coffee, my eyes widening in surprise. It was a latte, just the way I liked it—more milk, less sugar, and it tasted like the ones I usually had. 'This wasn't a random choice. He had clearly done his homework on my preferences.'
I kept my expression calm. After all, Harold was a high-ranking official, and gathering information on someone was likely nothing to him. But the fact that he had gone to such lengths to learn my preferences—what was his true intention?
"Mr. Foster, if you truly have the cure for Alex, why not just give it to him directly? Why come to me instead?" I fixed my gaze on Harold, offering a faint smile. "With your connections and abilities, what could you possibly need my help for?"
I set my coffee cup down, smiling at him, my gaze laced with curiosity.
"Of course," Harold said, picking up his coffee and meeting my gaze with intensity. "I need you to participate in an underground boxing match. If you win, I'll ensure Alex gets the treatment he needs for his leg."
The mention of an underground boxing match made my heart skip a beat. I stared at Harold in stunned disbelief.
"Mr. Foster, are you joking?"
"You care about Alex, don't you, Miss Parks?"
"He's my husband. Of course, I care."
"So you'll do whatever it takes to get the antidote and save Alex, right?"
Harold set his coffee cup down, crossing his hands on the table, leaning slightly forward as he locked eyes with me. "This is both an opportunity and a challenge for you. If you win, not only will Alex's leg be healed, but you'll also get what you want."
"What do I want?" I scoffed. Mr. Foster, you seem to know me well, but somehow, it feels like you're pushing me straight into a trap. An underground boxing match could cost me my life."
Harold smiled faintly. "Of course, it won't cost you your life. After all, you were a three-time champion in your prime."
Though older now, his features still carried the traces of a man who must have captivated many women in his youth. It was likely that Micah had once fallen under his spell, and even now, she probably couldn't forget Harold standing before her.
But Harold was too cunning; otherwise, how could he have abandoned Micah he'd been with for years and turned around to marry the daughter of the Duesler family?
In truth, Micah hadn't married Keith by choice. She had been ready to give up everything and run away with Harold. But Harold wasn't willing to sacrifice his promising future for her.
It seemed that, even back then, Harold had already set his sights on marrying into the Duesler family. Otherwise, there would be no reason for him to marry Grace after Micah had married into the Lambert family, leaving Micah to shoulder the unfair reputation of being driven by greed.
To the outside world, it appeared that Micah had abandoned Harold, with his modest background, to marry into the Lambert family. What they didn't know was that even after marrying into the Lambert family, Micah still couldn't forget Harold.
She even showed an unexpected forgiveness toward Julissa, the woman who had taken him from her. If anyone else had been in her place, the scandal would have been public knowledge, and Harold's reputation would have been shattered.
'I had always thought only young, naive girls could be so blinded by love, never realizing that love could overwhelm anyone, regardless of age or gender.'
"Mr. Foster, do you have the antidote?" I asked, getting straight to the point.
Classical music played softly in the café, and there were no other customers around. The place was so secluded that it seemed unlikely anyone else would come here. 'I even wondered if the owner simply loved coffee and quiet surroundings, choosing this peaceful spot for his enjoyment.'
The décor of the café was unique, with a dim, industrial ruin aesthetic. It had two floors, a movie screen, and open side doors, making it perfect for both work and relaxation. The place was filled with various flowers and greenery, and the transparent glass ceiling allowed sunlight to pour in, creating a lazy, relaxed atmosphere.
"Do you think I would lie to you?" Harold's voice was deep, with a gentle smile in his eyes.
As he spoke, the warmth in his smile gave him the air of a university professor, exuding a quiet, composed elegance. 'To him, I was probably nothing more than a passing thought.'
Given his status and abilities, dealing with me would likely be effortless for him. 'But was he truly the mastermind behind Angela's death?'
From what I knew so far, there was no connection between Harold and Angela. Moreover, as a public official, he would never act so recklessly. The only possibility was that someone else was pulling the strings behind him.
I suspected Harold because he saved Alex. From Angela to Henry and then to Alex, it seemed there was a hidden hand orchestrating accidents to eliminate those he wanted out of the way.
I forced a smile, trying to mask the unease growing inside me. "If you truly have the antidote, why not give it to Bailee?"
I fixed my gaze on him, searching for any hint of crack in his expression. 'Bailee had gone to great lengths to stay close to Alex, her intentions clear—she was trying to marry into the Herrera family. How could Harold not know? Without his approval, how could Bailee have been by Alex's side when he was so badly injured?'
Harold lifted his coffee cup, taking a slow, graceful sip. With calm deliberation, he spoke, "When people are young, they always desire what they can't have."
As he spoke, his gaze drifted toward the window as if lost in some distant memory. The sunlight illuminated his face, highlighting the sharp contours of his profile, making it impossible to tell whether he was speaking the truth or not.
He was clearly trying to distance himself, making it seem like he wasn't unaware of Bailee's decision but simply powerless to stop her.
"Mr. Foster, if you're aware of Bailee's intentions, then why not support her?" I asked, sitting across from Harold and looking up at him calmly.
Harold set his coffee cup down, rubbing his forehead with a weary sigh. "You can't force matters of the heart, and you certainly can't stop them. Bailee is stubborn—she won't give up until she hits a wall."
I smiled softly, remaining silent.
At that moment, a waiter approached with a cup of coffee, placing it gently in front of me. "I wasn't sure what you preferred, so I just ordered something for you." Harold looked at me, his face carrying a faint smile.
I took a sip of the coffee, my eyes widening in surprise. It was a latte, just the way I liked it—more milk, less sugar, and it tasted like the ones I usually had. 'This wasn't a random choice. He had clearly done his homework on my preferences.'
I kept my expression calm. After all, Harold was a high-ranking official, and gathering information on someone was likely nothing to him. But the fact that he had gone to such lengths to learn my preferences—what was his true intention?
"Mr. Foster, if you truly have the cure for Alex, why not just give it to him directly? Why come to me instead?" I fixed my gaze on Harold, offering a faint smile. "With your connections and abilities, what could you possibly need my help for?"
I set my coffee cup down, smiling at him, my gaze laced with curiosity.
"Of course," Harold said, picking up his coffee and meeting my gaze with intensity. "I need you to participate in an underground boxing match. If you win, I'll ensure Alex gets the treatment he needs for his leg."
The mention of an underground boxing match made my heart skip a beat. I stared at Harold in stunned disbelief.
"Mr. Foster, are you joking?"
"You care about Alex, don't you, Miss Parks?"
"He's my husband. Of course, I care."
"So you'll do whatever it takes to get the antidote and save Alex, right?"
Harold set his coffee cup down, crossing his hands on the table, leaning slightly forward as he locked eyes with me. "This is both an opportunity and a challenge for you. If you win, not only will Alex's leg be healed, but you'll also get what you want."
"What do I want?" I scoffed. Mr. Foster, you seem to know me well, but somehow, it feels like you're pushing me straight into a trap. An underground boxing match could cost me my life."
Harold smiled faintly. "Of course, it won't cost you your life. After all, you were a three-time champion in your prime."
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