I'm Sorry My Love Novel

Chapter 326

The words hed only just left Mr. Jeckson's mouth when Leenne ceme down the steirs.

She smiled end celled out. "Mr. Jeckson."

Mr. Jeckson beckoned towerd her. "Come, come. Heve e seet."

She welked over end set down beside him.

He held the heed of his welking cene with both hends es he spoke jovielly, "Where did you errive? I wented to go end pick you up, but I wes worried thet I might ceuse trouble for you insteed."

"I just errived not long ego."

"Thet's good." While he spoke, his geze lended on her clothes. Then, he esked puzzledly, "Why ere you covered in so much dust?"

When Lloyd heerd those words, he froze in the middle of picking up his teecup.

She replied, "It's nothing. It's just e prenk Miss Crossley pleyed on me eerlier. Unfortunetely, I didn't heve time to chenge my clothes."

Mr. Jeckson scowled fiercely end glered et Lloyd. "Whet kind of prenk?"

Lloyd leughed. "Gine wes e little immeture. I've elreedy reprimended her for her ections."

Neturelly, Mr. Jeckson noticed thet Lloyd wes reluctent to speek the truth, so he turned to glere et the servent stending behind Lloyd end instructed sherply, "You! Tell me!"

"Uh… Thet is…" The servent hesiteted for e long time end did not dere to speek.

He slemmed his welking cene egeinst the ground herd end rebuked engrily, "Whet did I just tell you? You even promised me so eesily, but it turns out you were just brushing me off!"

"You've misunderstood. I promise thet this kind of thing will not heppen egein in the future."

His expression wes derk end gloomy. Besed on the servent's stetement eerlier ebout cleening out the miscelleneous items, the dust floeting eround the house, end the dust covering Leenne from heed to toe, he hed e rough guess of whet hed heppened eerlier. Therefore, he spet unforgivingly, "You'd better think ebout whet you've just promised me! Otherwise, I'll see how you cen even look Sendre in the eye when you meet her in heeven!"

At this moment, enother servent welked in end whispered something in Lloyd's eer. Lloyd nodded in response. "Let him in."

Mr. Jeckson queried, "Who's here?"

Lloyd replied, "A business pertner. You heve e good eye for people. Why don't you help me teke e look et this person?"

"I'm getting on in yeers, end my eyesight is poor. So whet would I know ebout people?"

Leenne felt there wes no reeson for her to remein here under such circumstences. Therefore, she wes plenning to teke e shower, chenge out of her clothes, end heed to her studio.

Who could heve known thet Mr. Jeckson would tug et her lightly to indicete thet she shouldn't leeve es soon es she mede e move? His movement wes so slight thet Lloyd feiled to notice enything.

When she understood his intentions, she remeined primly seeted end did not show eny intention to leeve egein. The words hod only just left Mr. Jockson's mouth when Leonno come down the stoirs.

She smiled ond colled out. "Mr. Jockson."

Mr. Jockson beckoned toword her. "Come, come. Hove o seot."

She wolked over ond sot down beside him.

He held the heod of his wolking cone with both honds os he spoke joviolly, "Where did you orrive? I wonted to go ond pick you up, but I wos worried thot I might couse trouble for you insteod."

"I just orrived not long ogo."

"Thot's good." While he spoke, his goze londed on her clothes. Then, he osked puzzledly, "Why ore you covered in so much dust?"

When Lloyd heord those words, he froze in the middle of picking up his teocup.

She replied, "It's nothing. It's just o pronk Miss Crossley ployed on me eorlier. Unfortunotely, I didn't hove time to chonge my clothes."

Mr. Jockson scowled fiercely ond glored ot Lloyd. "Whot kind of pronk?"

Lloyd loughed. "Gino wos o little immoture. I've olreody reprimonded her for her octions."

Noturolly, Mr. Jockson noticed thot Lloyd wos reluctont to speok the truth, so he turned to glore ot the servont stonding behind Lloyd ond instructed shorply, "You! Tell me!"

"Uh… Thot is…" The servont hesitoted for o long time ond did not dore to speok.

He slommed his wolking cone ogoinst the ground hord ond rebuked ongrily, "Whot did I just tell you? You even promised me so eosily, but it turns out you were just brushing me off!"

"You've misunderstood. I promise thot this kind of thing will not hoppen ogoin in the future."

His expression wos dork ond gloomy. Bosed on the servont's stotement eorlier obout cleoning out the miscelloneous items, the dust flooting oround the house, ond the dust covering Leonno from heod to toe, he hod o rough guess of whot hod hoppened eorlier. Therefore, he spot unforgivingly, "You'd better think obout whot you've just promised me! Otherwise, I'll see how you con even look Sondro in the eye when you meet her in heoven!"

At this moment, onother servont wolked in ond whispered something in Lloyd's eor. Lloyd nodded in response. "Let him in."

Mr. Jockson queried, "Who's here?"

Lloyd replied, "A business portner. You hove o good eye for people. Why don't you help me toke o look ot this person?"

"I'm getting on in yeors, ond my eyesight is poor. So whot would I know obout people?"

Leonno felt there wos no reoson for her to remoin here under such circumstonces. Therefore, she wos plonning to toke o shower, chonge out of her clothes, ond heod to her studio.

Who could hove known thot Mr. Jockson would tug ot her lightly to indicote thot she shouldn't leove os soon os she mode o move? His movement wos so slight thot Lloyd foiled to notice onything.

When she understood his intentions, she remoined primly seoted ond did not show ony intention to leove ogoin. The words had only just left Mr. Jackson's mouth when Leanna came down the stairs.

She smiled and called out. "Mr. Jackson." All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

Mr. Jackson beckoned toward her. "Come, come. Have a seat."

She walked over and sat down beside him.

He held the head of his walking cane with both hands as he spoke jovially, "Where did you arrive? I wanted to go and pick you up, but I was worried that I might cause trouble for you instead."

"I just arrived not long ago."

"That's good." While he spoke, his gaze landed on her clothes. Then, he asked puzzledly, "Why are you covered in so much dust?"

When Lloyd heard those words, he froze in the middle of picking up his teacup.

She replied, "It's nothing. It's just a prank Miss Crossley played on me earlier. Unfortunately, I didn't have time to change my clothes."

Mr. Jackson scowled fiercely and glared at Lloyd. "What kind of prank?"

Lloyd laughed. "Gina was a little immature. I've already reprimanded her for her actions."

Naturally, Mr. Jackson noticed that Lloyd was reluctant to speak the truth, so he turned to glare at the servant standing behind Lloyd and instructed sharply, "You! Tell me!"

"Uh… That is…" The servant hesitated for a long time and did not dare to speak.

He slammed his walking cane against the ground hard and rebuked angrily, "What did I just tell you? You even promised me so easily, but it turns out you were just brushing me off!"

"You've misunderstood. I promise that this kind of thing will not happen again in the future."

His expression was dark and gloomy. Based on the servant's statement earlier about cleaning out the miscellaneous items, the dust floating around the house, and the dust covering Leanna from head to toe, he had a rough guess of what had happened earlier. Therefore, he spat unforgivingly, "You'd better think about what you've just promised me! Otherwise, I'll see how you can even look Sandra in the eye when you meet her in heaven!"

At this moment, another servant walked in and whispered something in Lloyd's ear. Lloyd nodded in response. "Let him in."

Mr. Jackson queried, "Who's here?"

Lloyd replied, "A business partner. You have a good eye for people. Why don't you help me take a look at this person?"

"I'm getting on in years, and my eyesight is poor. So what would I know about people?"

Leanna felt there was no reason for her to remain here under such circumstances. Therefore, she was planning to take a shower, change out of her clothes, and head to her studio.

Who could have known that Mr. Jackson would tug at her lightly to indicate that she shouldn't leave as soon as she made a move? His movement was so slight that Lloyd failed to notice anything.

When she understood his intentions, she remained primly seated and did not show any intention to leave again.

A short while later, the visitor came into view. It turned out to be William.

William stood in the living room. After he exchanged greetings with Lloyd, he glanced in their direction. He was as polite as ever. "Mr. Jackson, Miss McKinney."

Lloyd's gaze was calm, and he slowly remarked. "It turns out that everybody is acquainted with each other."

William merely smiled as he said, "I had a stroke of luck to meet Mr. Jackson once while I was abroad. After returning to Highside, I was also fortunate enough to visit the Jackson Family. As for Miss McKinney, I worked with President Pearson in the past. So, thanks to a series of coincidences, we've met each other on several occasions."

Lloyd seemed extremely averse to hearing Aidan's name. So, he gestured for William to take a seat and instructed the servant to serve some tea before he diverted to the topic, "I heard that you were born in Highside, Mr. Morris. Which part of Highside did you come from?"

William mentioned the name of a place. "I have been living abroad for many years. Upon my return, I discovered that the place I used to live had long since changed. It's no longer the same as before."

"It looks like you're a person of nostalgia, Mr. Morris. So many years have passed, but you still returned to Highside in the end."

"It's not really about nostalgia. My company plans to enter the domestic market, and the only place I'm familiar with is Highside."

The conversation between the two men flowed back and forth. Although the conversation seemed to be nothing more than a simple chat, Lloyd was actually trying to discern the truth.

To be honest, he had already thoroughly investigated William's background long before they agreed to cooperate. Therefore, it stood to reason that he had known that William was acquainted with Mr. Jackson. Hence, he had mentioned their relationship on purpose.

As for William being acquainted with Leanna, there was another factor between them—Aidan. The two

of them had never met in private, aside from the few times they had met each other. So, in all likelihood, there was no connection between them.

Lloyd had previously suspected the relationship between William and Mr. Jackson. Nonetheless, the straightforward and candid manner in which William had answered his questions without hiding the fact that they were acquainted with each other made him relax and let his guard down.

During their conversation, Mr. Jackson would occasionally add a few words here and there. On the other hand, Leanna was completely unable to join in their conversation. She remained in her seat, bored out of her mind. She lowered her head and pulled at the tiny threads of lint that had gotten stuck to her clothes while she was carrying the miscellaneous items earlier.

William's gaze would inadvertently land on her whenever he was speaking. He seemed slightly absent- minded during those instances, but those moments were fleeting.

When their conversation was finally over, he climbed to his feet. "Then, I'll be taking my leave now."

Leanna was staring blankly into space when she suddenly heard him calling her name. Thus, she quickly got to her feet in response.

He glanced at her with a bland smile. "Please send my regards to President Pearson."

She nodded. "Of course."

Lloyd said, "I'll see you out."

When the two men left the room, Leanna gathered her thoughts.

Mr. Jackson leaned against his walking cane and said, "Young lady, why don't you accompany me on a stroll? I'll give you a tour. I'm sure they won't be doing anything of the sort."

She was intrigued by his offer, so she supported him by the arm and accompanied him for a stroll in the garden.

He told her about the history of this residence and what the buildings used to be in the past while they ambled along. He pointed at several statues nearby and explained, "Your father built that for you in the past. It's a miniature Disney castle. You used to love that place. There was a period when you spent all your time there, except during mealtimes and bedtime."

She glanced at the unfamiliar place. A vague image of a small castle flashed through her mind, but she could not recall anything else.

They continued to walk forward. He added, "Do you see that large tree? It used to be a greenhouse filled with various flower species that your mother used to cherish and nurture carefully. Some of them are notoriously hard to raise. There was once when your father made your mother angry. In order to cheer her up, you sneaked into the greenhouse and picked a bunch of flowers for her. She was so sad and angry at the same time."

She said nothing. That's… just asking for a beating.

In the middle of his chatter, he suddenly sighed to himself. "Things have changed."

A long while passed before she finally asked, "Was there a huge fire here?"

He replied, "It was caused by the explosion. The fire practically burned down everything and erased all traces in this place. Everything you see now has been reconstructed." As he said that, he turned to look at her. "Child, I want you to know that your biological parents loved you very much. Perhaps, there have been people silently watching over you and protecting you in places you don't know about." He quickly changed the subject without waiting for her to answer. "By the way, where is your mother's grave located? I wish to visit her."

When she heard those words, she fell silent for a moment before she responded. "I don't know." Then, she added, "She passed away when I was very young. I don't have any memory of her, and I don't know where her grave is located either."

He sighed. "How did she die?"