Begging For A Reconciliation

Han nodded and agreed, "Alright."

He next cast a quick glance at Leah, who hadn't eaten much. "Eat up," he urged as he set some fish in

front of her.

Carlotta also excitedly introduced her dish to her mother, "Mommy, this fish is super delicious. You

should give it a try!"

Leah had no desire to dampen their mood. She forced a smile as she took her time eating the fish. She

could taste the fish and feel its smooth, tender texture, but she just had little appetite. Not just the fish,

but even drinking water today felt tasteless to her.

Carlotta had always wanted a family portrait taken, so she insisted that the two take it after the meal.

Everyone was smiling in the photo. The glances in Han's eyes were soft.

"It's a lovely picture! Ben, would you kindly help us in purchasing a frame for it?" Carlotta waved the

photo in her hand and carefully tucked it away in her bag.

Ben nodded respectfully and said, "Of course, Carlotta."

Han got a call at this precise moment. He was using Hendrik's phone.

Leah was momentarily startled when she briefly caught sight of that familiar silver-gray phone. she

dismissed her suspicion shortly, it’s normal for Hendrik and Han to have the same model of phone.

She wished to look more closely. She moved closer to him to get a better look at the phone.

However, Han pulled her into his arms. His deep and pleasant voice came from above, and he said,

"Stop it."

Leah's cheeks blushed, and her heart raced rapidly in response to the tone that was inexplicably full of

adoration.

Carlotta, who was not far away, was charmed by their sweet interaction. She covered her face shyly

and said, "Daddy and Mommy really need to spend more time together. Their affection is growing so

quickly!"

Ben gave a nod of approval and said, "Totally."

They enjoyed themselves until dusk before they made their way back to Villa Victoria.

Carlotta examined a dozen pictures they had taken. She was ecstatic, "I also have a family portrait

now. We have to take one every year to keep a record!"

Leah's head began to feel woozy once more. She went to bed early after requesting some cold

medicine from Mrs. Fisher.

Han discovered from Mrs. Fisher that Leah had taken cold medicine after he finally succeeded in

putting the child to sleep.

He frowned and went to her room. He reached out to touch her forehead. The slightly warm

temperature made him worried. His expression darkened and he said, "Silly, why didn't you tell me that

you caught a cold earlier?"

It makes sense why she seemed to have little energy today. It turned out she had caught a cold.

In her dream, Leah seemed to hear Han scolding her. She immediately whimpered uncomfortably, she

was trying to escape the dream with him in it.

Han noticed that she was having a nightmare, and, without showing emotion, he undressed and laid

down next to her. He held her in his arms and gently patted her back.

The quiet room was in stark contrast to the cold wind and heavy rain outside the house. The dimly lit

scene of the two embracing each other was identical to a mysterious and romantic painting.

Leah woke up feeling much better the following morning. At least, her head no longer felt dizzy. She

ignored the fact that she had coughed up blood the day before.

The moment Leah arrived at the White Group's CEO's office, Ross rushed into her room.

"We're having a problem, Ms. White. It was necessary to put an end to the West Street project. Some

villagers are blocking the machine with their own bodies because they oppose our construction

project."

Leah became worried. She hurriedly asked, "We have all the necessary documents for the

construction. Why are they doing this?"

"They claimed that it’s their land, and they won't let us build anything there," Ross shook his head and

explained.

When Leah heard this, she knitted her brow slightly and asked, "Didn't they sell the land to Mr.

Thompson years ago? We have all the relevant documents. Besides that, shouldn't the project

manager be responsible for handling this situation?"

Leah was the company's CEO, and she would not bother with every little detail. Ross should be aware

of this too.

Ross lowered his head and spoke in a somber voice, "Ms. White, the situation has escalated beyond

the project manager's control. Villagers are blocking the excavators. One of them accidentally got his

legs crushed."

Leah's complexion changed abruptly, and she asked, "What did you just say?"

Leah and Ross visited the hospital an hour later to see how the injured villager with broken legs was

doing. They were harshly criticized by his fellow villagers despite their confirmation that he was no

longer in critical condition.

"Have you never seen money in your life? Why must this land be developed?"

"Our priceless memories are all over this place! I will not allow you to touch this land, even if it means

losing my life!"

In the face of the agitated villagers, Leah's expression turned cold, she said, "If that's the case, why did

you sell it to Mr. Thompson in the first place? You lost ownership of this land the moment you accepted

the payment and signed the contract."

She felt bad for them, but just because she felt bad for them doesn't make the weaker party right in this

situation.

Several villagers were momentarily stunned. Then, they started to cry and roll on the ground.

"Is this a country with no laws? Is there no justice?! The evil capitalists are robbing the villagers of our

land! You keep holding on even though someone is on the verge of death. Do you want somebody to

die before you can stop?"