Begging For A Reconciliation

Chapter 3

A deep icy voice sounded, “Why are you crying?” When Leah turned to face the voice, she

discovered Han had been standing by the window the entire time. Unlike her depressed

look, Han’s expression was cold and menacing. The man did not seem to be aware of the

importance of tact as he said in disdain, “It doesn’t matter if you refuse to get an abortion.

Seems like its fate that the child will not live.” Han’s callous and harsh attitude left Leah

startled. He was, after all, the father of her child. She started to feel a bout of hatred for

the cold-blooded and ruthless man. Leah’s eyes were bloodshot as she clenched her fist

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tightly and yelled, “Han Howard! Do you even have a conscience!” Han raised an

eyebrow, feeling amused at Leah’s accusation. He ridiculed, “You are responsible for the

death of our child. Who else can you blame?” Leah’s expression darkened when she heard

Han’s hurtful words. She sat still and her body went limp and lifeless. Although Leah was

only in her twenties, she looked dull and lacking in energy. Han was irritated by Leah’s

dejected state. He warned, “I’m giving you one more day to pack up and leave. Molly will

be moving in soon and you had better be gone by then. Or else, I promise to make your

life a living hell.” Leah now saw Han in a different light. She looked him in the eyes and

asked, “Do you love Molly?” The woman waited for a long time but received no response.

After a long while, Leah gathered her remaining strength and plastered a forceful smile.

Then she said firmly, “I hate you, Han Howard!” Leah had clearly given up hope on the

man. Han’s gaze shifted, but his frosty expression quickly returned. He hissed, “Think

whatever you want.” Anger welled up in Han’s chest when he noticed that there was no

longer any trace of warmth in Leah’s gaze. Instead, her eyes were filled with hatred. The

man thought to himself, what gives her the right to hate me? Han scoffed and walked out

of the room with Shyanne following close behind. Once they arrived at the study room,

Han sat down and reached inside the cupboard for the lighter. He lit the cigarette and

inquired without looking up, “What’s going on?” Nothing could escape the notice of a

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shrewd businessman like him. Shyanne broke into a sinister grin that contrasted with her

sweet and innocent face. “Aren’t you glad that the bastard is gone?” Han frowned and

pursed his lips. “Stop this nonsense!” Shyanne’s eyes widened in surprise when she

sensed Han’s anger. She warned, “Have you fallen for that woman, Han? Don’t you dare

forget why Dad died!” Han stopped flickering his lighter and bit on his cigarette. His stoic

eyes fixed on Shyanne as he said sternly, “Nonsense! How can I fall for my enemy!”

Shyanne pursed her lips and protested, “I didn’t see you mistreating her in the past three

years. You even allowed our enemy to bear your child.” The man turned to look out of the

window. “The pregnancy was an accident. It doesn’t matter now that the child is gone. Our

plans will not be affected.”