I'm Sorry My Love Novel

Chapter 287

After some time, Leanna finally piped up, "It's okay, Louis. Like what you've said, he wouldn't dare to appear in public. He's purely after the money, so he won't become a threat to me. Don't worry about me. Besides, I'm perfectly fine right now."

Louis maintained a cold expression without uttering a word.

A few minutes later, he finally responded, "I'll definitely locate him."

Leanna shook her head. "Louis, don't get involved in this matter. I can handle this."

Yet, he replied, "You don't need to be conscious of my feelings because to me, he's not worthy to be a father. He's just a lowlife and I would rather he be dead."

Leanna heaved a silent sigh. "Louis…"

"I know what to do. You…" Louis continued, "Forget about it. Aidan will definitely be able to protect you."

At that moment, Leanna was speechless by that.

She responded by asking probingly, "When did you find out?"

Louis said, "Isn't it obvious?"

She instantly kept mum at that point.

After Louis left, Leanna sat back on the couch and hugged a pillow in her arms.

Zoe sat next to her and said, "It's all my fault. I shouldn't have told Louis about this. He must be upset about this."

Leanna replied, "He will end up finding out even if you didn't tell him."

"Do you think Jethro will seek you out again?"

"Yes, he definitely will."

Jethro would definitely reappear since he did not obtain any money today.

Zoe frowned in response. "But then, the photos are in his possession after all. What if he ends up releasing the photos out of desperation?"

Leanna replied calmly, "That depends on whether he's after the money or he wishes to ruin both of our lives."

"Nana."

Leanna could sense the worried note in Zoe's voice, so she turned around and smiled at her. "Why do you have that look on your face? I'm fine. It's been so many years, so I've gotten used to all this. Honestly, I felt relieved upon realizing that it was him behind all this; at least things became clearer to

me. If it was anyone else other than him, I wouldn't be able to sleep well tonight."

Zoe heaved a sigh as she did not know what to say.

…

Although Jethro managed to escape, he broke his leg while jumping off the second floor. While he ran ahead, he kept turning back to make sure that no one was after him. Just as he was about to cross the road while dragging his injured leg, a car suddenly came speeding by. The piercing headlights shone in his eyes and he fell to the ground subsequently.

The car came to a screeching halt in front of Jethro with barely half a meter to spare. Instantly, he clutched his knee and started to wail.

Soon enough, the driver got out of the car and spoke politely, "Excuse me, sir. I believe we didn't hit you at all."

Jethro shot him a look before glancing at the license plate. Subsequently, he wailed louder than ever, "You're such a heartless person! My leg's broken because of you, and here you are, trying to deny it! Are you saying that my legs snapped by themselves?"

The driver replied, "I am very sure that I didn't hit you at all with my car."

Of course, Jethro could not care less as he continued to wail loudly and clutched his leg.

Although there were not that many cars passing by this road, Jethro remained slumped in front of this car, so the traffic was held up and all of the cars were unable to leave because of him.

At a loss for what to do, the driver went back to the car and knocked on the window of the backseat before asking questioningly, "Sir?"

William wore a neutral expression on his face as he responded calmly, "Pay him."

The driver affirmed, "Okay."

As a result, the driver went back to the 'crime scene' and took out his wallet before asking, "How much do you want?"

Jethro's eyes swiveled. "Look, my leg's broken and I need to go to the hospital, so that would cost at least seventy to eighty thousand, right?"

The driver shot a look at the blood stains on the ground and took out a bank card. "There's one hundred thousand in this account, so that should cover everything."

As soon as Jethro heard that, he leaped up from the ground on his other leg, and without hesitation, he grabbed the bank card. He continued to mutter to himself, "That's barely acceptable. You're quite fortunate that I'm in a rush because otherwise, I would definitely make you come to the hospital with me. The consultation fee, medication costs, and costs for loss of income would surely come up to way more than this!"

The driver shot a look at him but turned around to enter the car without saying another word.

Meanwhile, Jethro flicked the bank card in his hand and revealed a victorious smile as he slowly limped off along the road.

As he walked past the backseat window, he purposely inched forward to take a look inside.

William shifted his eyes to the side and met Jethro's gaze.

As for Jethro, he could not help pursing his lips at the sight of William.

At that moment, the car drove off gradually.

Jethro remained in his original position and spat on the ground before moving forward by dragging his injured leg.

The car departed more than ten meters before William suddenly yelled out, "Stop the car!"

The black car instantly came to a stop and the driver was perplexed. "Sir, is there something wrong?"

William's expression was solemn and he swiftly opened the door to stride toward the direction that Jethro had gone.

Hearing the commotion behind him, Jethro noticed someone running after him. With the assumption that they must have changed their mind and wanted the money back, he hastily ran and hid amongst the shrubs. In a split second, he was gone without a trace.

As soon as William saw that, he stopped in his tracks with a frown.

The driver quickly came after him and glanced in the direction that Jethro had disappeared. "Sir, do you want to send some men to go after him?"

William lifted his hand to gesture briefly. "Forget about it."

The driver probed by asking, "Is there something wrong with that man?"

William recollected himself and responded calmly, "No, I just thought that he looked rather familiar."

The driver responded once again, "Sir, we should go. Mr. Jackson is waiting for you."

William affirmed and got back into the car.

After the car drove off into the distance, Jethro finally came out from the shrubs and waved the bank card in his hand smugly. Subsequently, he headed off in the opposite direction as he whistled a happy tune.

Twenty minutes later at Mr. Jackson's place, Mr. Jackson heard footsteps at the entrance of the tea room after which he took out a fresh teacup and put it across from him.

He had just poured out some tea when William appeared.

Mr. Jackson asked, "Have those men settled down?"

William sat across from Mr. Jackson and nodded. "Yes, everything is sorted."

"I reckon Lloyd must be trying his best right now to find out who's intent on coming after him, but regardless of how hard he tries, he won't be able to figure it out." Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

William responded, "Right now, it would be very difficult for him to turn the tides on the current situation. So, once the time comes, the Crossley Family will cease to exist."

As soon as Mr. Jackson heard that, he frowned slightly and paused his hand that was lifting the teacup. "It would be fine to just deal with Lloyd. After all, the Crossleys are also… Could you bear it?"

"The most important thing to me disappeared ages ago, so there's nothing that I'm unable to part with. Over these years, the Crossley Family has become rotten to the core under his leadership, so there is essentially no point in retaining something that's already rotten beyond salvageable."

Mr. Jackson replied, "But then, you must be aware that we're not the only company eyeing the Crossleys. Aidan Pearson's waiting intently and can't wait to take action too."

William smiled in response, "Aidan would definitely gain a lot if he managed to take control of the Crossley Family, but if he wishes to take control of their shares before the Crossleys disappear completely, then he'd have to get engaged with Georgina. Otherwise, he would basically be gaining an empty and useless company."

"Speaking about Aidan, I reckon that his ex-wife resembles Sandra. What do you think?"

"It's just a coincidence that they have some slight resemblance." William knew the situation back then very clearly and he was well-aware that there was no way they would have survived.