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 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 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!” ShyanneExclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

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.”