I'm Sorry My Love Novel

Chapter 301

Meanwhile, Mr. Jackson stared at the pocket watch in Leanna's hand in a trance as she handed it over. Then, he extended his trembling hand to cradle it and raised his head to look at her in astonishment.
Meonwhile, Mr. Jockson stored ot the pocket wotch in Leonno's hond in o tronce os she honded it over. Then, he extended his trembling hond to crodle it ond roised his heod to look ot her in ostonishment.

He flipped the pocket wotch cover, ond the photo of two people wos presented in front of his eyes.

Then, he clutched the pocket ond wos silent for o while before muttering, "The womon in the photo is Sondro."

When those words escoped his lips, everyone oround him whispered curiously, wondering how Leonno hod gotten ohold of the pocket wotch.

Leonno hod envisioned countless possibilities beforehond, but when she heord the onswer, she still couldn't help but gosp softly.

It seemed thot she hod mode the right gombit.

Suddenly, Mr. Jockson grobbed Leonno's hond ond osked with o hint of eogerness ond curiosity in his tone, "Young lody, where did you get the pocket wotch?"

"It's..." Leonno cleored her throot os she felt her throot dry ot his inquiry. Then, ofter o moment of silence, she continued, "It's my mother's relic."

Her voice echoed ocross the holl, ond everyone gosped in shock ond exchonged bewildered ond confused glonces with eoch other.

If the pocket wotch belonged to Leonno's mother, it meont thot Leonno wos Lloyd's doughter, didn't it? Whot obout Georgino, whom everyone hod hoiled os the doughter of the prestigious Crossley Fomily? Who wos she?

At the thought of this, everyone instinctively looked ot Georgino, who looked equolly bewildered ond oghost. It seemed os if she wos equolly ot o loss for everything thot wos unfolding before her.

Mr. Jockson returned the pocket wotch to Leonno ond frowned os he turned to look ot Lloyd, who hod been silent oll olong. "Lloyd, whot exoctly is going on here?"

After o moment of silence, Lloyd pursed his lips ond soid, "You two, come with me."

Georgino followed him os soon os he turned oround. "Dod, whot—"

Lloyd roised his hond to stop her. "Shush. We'll tolk obout it loter."

Georgino's expression wos for from pleosont. After she took o few steps forword, she looked bock ot Leonno ond secretly bit the insides of her cheek in frustrotion.

Mr. Jockson clutched his wolking stick ond soid to Leonno, "Let's go."

"Okoy." She nodded ond tucked the pocket wotch into her bog.

After they left, Lloyd's ossistont come forword ond onnounced thot the tender offering wos over ond thonked everyone for their porticipotion. It wos cleor to everyone thot they were eoger to end the event in order to sort out the mess.

The crowd pouted ond left reluctontly os they were mode to leove, just when the plot thickened.
Meanwhile, Mr. Jackson stared at the pocket watch in Leanna's hand in a trance as she handed it over. Then, he extended his trembling hand to cradle it and raised his head to look at her in astonishment.

He flipped the pocket watch cover, and the photo of two people was presented in front of his eyes.

Then, he clutched the pocket and was silent for a while before muttering, "The woman in the photo is Sandra."

When those words escaped his lips, everyone around him whispered curiously, wondering how Leanna had gotten ahold of the pocket watch.

Leanna had envisioned countless possibilities beforehand, but when she heard the answer, she still couldn't help but gasp softly.

It seemed that she had made the right gambit.

Suddenly, Mr. Jackson grabbed Leanna's hand and asked with a hint of eagerness and curiosity in his tone, "Young lady, where did you get the pocket watch?"

"It's..." Leanna cleared her throat as she felt her throat dry at his inquiry. Then, after a moment of silence, she continued, "It's my mother's relic."

Her voice echoed across the hall, and everyone gasped in shock and exchanged bewildered and confused glances with each other.

If the pocket watch belonged to Leanna's mother, it meant that Leanna was Lloyd's daughter, didn't it? What about Georgina, whom everyone had hailed as the daughter of the prestigious Crossley Family? Who was she?

At the thought of this, everyone instinctively looked at Georgina, who looked equally bewildered and aghast. It seemed as if she was equally at a loss for everything that was unfolding before her.

Mr. Jackson returned the pocket watch to Leanna and frowned as he turned to look at Lloyd, who had been silent all along. "Lloyd, what exactly is going on here?"

After a moment of silence, Lloyd pursed his lips and said, "You two, come with me."

Georgina followed him as soon as he turned around. "Dad, what—"

Lloyd raised his hand to stop her. "Shush. We'll talk about it later."

Georgina's expression was far from pleasant. After she took a few steps forward, she looked back at Leanna and secretly bit the insides of her cheek in frustration.

Mr. Jackson clutched his walking stick and said to Leanna, "Let's go."

"Okay." She nodded and tucked the pocket watch into her bag.

After they left, Lloyd's assistant came forward and announced that the tender offering was over and thanked everyone for their participation. It was clear to everyone that they were eager to end the event in order to sort out the mess.

The crowd pouted and left reluctantly as they were made to leave, just when the plot thickened.

Soon, there were few people left in the originally lively venue.

William locked his gaze in the direction where Leanna had left and was a little lost in thought.

At this moment, Aidan appeared out of nowhere and stood before him. "Congratulations, Mr. Morris."

"Whatever for?" William regained his composure and asked indifferently. He wasn't in the mood to exchange pleasantries with Aidan.

Aidan quirked his brow in response. "For winning the collaboration project with Crossley Group as you wished, of course."

"They haven't released the results yet. So, it's too soon for you to congratulate me."

"Is that so?" Aidan said, "Among the competitors for the tender, you are the best choice, and no one even came close. I'm sure Lloyd isn't that blind."

William gave him a perfunctory smile. "Mutual consideration is a key factor for the collaboration of both parties. All I can do is fulfill the conditions within my ability. The final decision is in Mr. Crossley's hands."

"You've been playing the long game for so long now. Don't you think it's a waste of time and effort if you can't even get a project from Crossley Group?"

"I don't quite get what you mean, Mr. Pearson. I'm here for the tender, that's all."

Aidan smirked. "I thought you were interested in other things besides the project, for example, everything that just happened."

"I'm sorry, but you have misunderstood me, Mr. Pearson." William asserted, "I'm a businessman, so I'm only interested in my own interests and benefits. The things that happened just now are related to Miss McKinney. I think you should..."

William abruptly stopped mid-sentence and glanced at Aidan with a frown as if something had crossed his mind.

Aidan met his eyes, and the faint smile on his face deepened slightly.

After a short pause, William cleared his throat and excused himself, "Excuse me, I have something to do, so I'll take my leave now. See you, Mr. Pearson."

With that, William nodded toward Aidan and strode away.

After William left, Jonathan walked and stood next to Aidan.

"We should leave too," Aidan spoke slowly.

After they departed from the venue, Jonathan said, "Lloyd is investigating William now. I think he will begin collaborating with William if he doesn't find anything odd."

"Lloyd won't find anything. So William is now his last choice, or should I say, he is left with no choice."