Falling For My Ex's Uncle - Chapter 93: Chapter 93

Every time Angela saw Quinn, he was always battered and bruised, his body a constant reminder of the pain he endured.
Quinn had dropped out of middle school when he was still young. It wasn't that he wasn't smart, but because he had to work to support his family. Not only that, but he also had to take care of his sick younger brother. And every day, he was beaten by that bastard of a father.
Once upon a time, Quinn was the child we all envied. He had both parents, and a younger brother. His family wasn't rich—they were just ordinary folks. His father worked in a factory while his mother stayed at home, caring for his sick brother.
But then things changed. His father got promoted to assistant factory manager, and their life started to improve. But his brother's health grew worse, and they had to take him to a large hospital for treatment.
Quinn's father, Callum, didn't want to spend all their savings on the younger son's treatment. What if the boy didn't get better? What if they ran out of money and still lost him?
But Jenna, his mother, couldn't stand watching her youngest son suffer. So, she secretly took him to the hospital on her own. She didn't have enough money, and when they got there, they were swindled out of everything.
When they returned home, Callum beat Jenna. From then on, whenever he drank, he would beat her.
Eventually, during a company party, he punched someone, which got him demoted and punished. After that, he didn't go out drinking anymore—he just stayed at home and drank, only to beat Jenna after each binge.
Jenna finally couldn't take it anymore. One morning, she quietly ran away. She didn't take either of her sons. Maybe she thought she couldn't care for them on her own.
Quinn stepped into his mother's shoes, taking care of his sick brother, enduring the beatings from his father. Every time Callum drank, Quinn became his target.
Quinn could have run away, but he knew that if he did, his father would take it out on his little brother. His brother was already weak—how could he endure such violence?
Quinn told himself he had to take care of his brother. Jenna had promised that once they had enough money, she would come back for them, and they'd take the younger brother to a big hospital.
But dreams, no matter how sweet, eventually fade.
I was not sure what exactly happened, but Quinn took his brother to the riverbank.
By the time anyone found them, both of them had already passed away.
When Callum held his two dead sons in his arms, crying his heart out, I couldn't help but remember the cruelty in his eyes when he beat Quinn. There was no mercy in him—just hatred.
Back then, I found myself quietly relieved that I didn't have a father. Maybe it wasn't such a bad thing after all.
But Angela... she held a deep grudge against Quinn for dying the way he did. She couldn't understand how he had the courage to die but not the courage to keep living.
She didn't get it. Dying only takes a moment's courage. But living? That takes more than courage. It takes hope.
"Laurel, do you know who you just saved?" Angela asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.
I shook my head, confused.
"The new mayor of Nifelheim City."
I froze, surprised. "He's sick and still manages to be mayor?"
Angela ignored my skepticism, holding my hand firmly. "Actually, not many people know him. Fewer still could get him to come. But I didn't expect something like this to happen. Thankfully, he's fine. Otherwise..."
Suddenly, I understood the strange look on Alex's face. I hadn't realized that the middle-aged man I had helped was such a high-ranking official.
After I finished tending to my wounds, Angela and I drank quite a bit.
She didn't dare stay long, worried about running into Alex.
But I had a feeling he wouldn't be showing up tonight.
After all, the mayor had nearly caused a scene at the dinner table. There must be a reason behind it.
And let's not forget—epilepsy is now easily treatable. His sudden attack probably had something to do with what he ate.
It was clear someone had targeted the new mayor. Whoever did this wanted to cause trouble not just for Alex but for the mayor too.
A double strike: eliminate the mayor and set Alex up for trouble.
Who could be bold enough to pull something like this off?
I pondered it for a while, and three names came to mind.
The Parks family from Wadiff City. The Harvey family from Nifelheim City.
Nifelheim City was in a prime location—port trade, a large airport, and a logistics hub. The government was actively bringing in new investments, and the suburbs were filling up with commercial buildings.
The weather there was great, always around 80°F, even in winter. The government had been incentivizing long-term residents, and the population was growing.
For businesses, being ahead of the curve was key. But for the old companies in Nifelheim City, newcomers trying to take a share of the pie weren't welcome.
I didn't want to waste time thinking about these things. Right now, I just wanted to take a nice bath and get a good night's sleep.
Around 10 p.m., after finishing my bath, I laid on the bed and took a call from Carolina. We chatted for a bit.
I didn't bring up my mother's illness. Since they didn't want me to know, I'd play along and act like nothing was wrong.
And anyway, I'd be staying at home to take care of her for now. As a rich man's wife, I figured she wouldn't mind if I didn't work.
After hanging up, I suddenly heard the doorbell ring.
I frowned slightly. Was it that old fox again?
Reluctantly, I got out of bed and opened the door. Isaac stood there, dressed in a black shirt, his expression calm as he looked at me.
His eyes scanned my outfit from head to toe. I wasn't wearing the hotel's white robe, but rather Angela's pink, cutesy strawberry pajama.
Because honestly, for me, it didn't matter much whether I wore this or nothing at all.
"Mr. Parks, what brings you here this late?"
Isaac's gaze dropped to my already-scabbed wrist. He pulled a small white ceramic bottle from his pocket.
"I heard you were hurt. I brought this for you. Looks like your injury is worse than I thought."
I smiled faintly. "It's nothing, just a small scratch."
I took the ointment, thanked him, and then saw Isaac hesitate for a moment.
"If you stay away from Alex, you won't get hurt," he said softly.
I narrowed my eyes, a meaning lurking behind my gaze. "Seems like you know the people around you pretty well. Is that a reminder or a warning?"
I could tell that Isaac and Samantha's relationship wasn't as simple as it seemed. He clearly knew what she was capable of, and he also knew that being near Alex meant danger for me.
Why was he offering me this 'kind' advice?
Given the relationship between Isaac and me, I wouldn't even call us friends. There was something about his help that made me uneasy.
I had a feeling there was more to his intentions, and I couldn't shake the sense that he wasn't a good guy.
Thankfully, Angela had already left. Otherwise, that silly girl might have been charmed by him.
Isaac smiled, his expression unreadable. "Get some rest."
As he walked away, I took a deep breath, trying to calm the racing beat of my heart.