I'm Sorry My Love Novel

That night, except for Leanna, who fell asleep early and entered dreamland, almost everyone else stayed awake

throughout the night.

At 7:30 a.m., the Pearson Group finally released a statement, responding to various doubts raised online.

The statement briefly apologized to their partner companies and the public, admitting negligence during the

project's initial establishment. They assured that they were currently taking immediate corrective actions and would

provide a satisfactory explanation as soon as possible.

From the statement, it was evident that the focus was on one point.

That was "during the project's initial establishment."

As everyone knew, the project was initially founded by Aidan.

In other words, Pearson Group's statement was bluntly shifting all the blame onto Aidan, claiming no responsibility

and emphasizing their efforts to rectify the situation.

In essence, they were saying that the problem was caused by Aidan, but they were working to fix it.

Even before 8 o'clock, the discussion about this matter had grown rapidly online, and several media websites

quickly published articles, pushing the news through various channels.

Sitting in the car, Justin watched the comments on his phone skyrocket in just a few minutes, feeling relaxed and

satisfied.

The assistant's voice came from the front. "President Pearson, the hospital is being very cautious. Even the doctors

have to undergo individual checks before entering. We currently can't take any action."

Justin didn't have much of a reaction, just quickly browsing through one new article after another, and said lightly,

"He is still in the intensive care unit. There's no rush."

With that, he put away his phone and asked, "Do you think that after today's incident, does Aidan still have any

other thoughts concerning him?"

The assistant nodded slightly. "I will handle it as soon as possible."

Justin acknowledged with a sound and looked out the window. "How much longer until we arrive?"

"Ten minutes." The assistant said, "Our people are waiting outside the helipad. Aidan and the others haven't arrived

yet."

Justin silently smiled. With his phone pressed against his chin, he couldn't help but marvel. "I never thought this day

would come so quickly. To be honest, I don't really want to tear down the last barrier with him."

The assistant's tone turned fierce. "He owes you that much, and now it's time to reclaim what's yours fully. I believe

the late Madame would be pleased if she could see today's scene from the other side."

Justin didn't say anything, just slowly retracted the smile at the corner of his lips, his eyes filled with indifference.

Soon, the car stopped outside the helipad.

Aidan's car arrived almost at the same time.

7:55 a.m.

Justin was pushed out of the car in a wheelchair by his assistant. He sat there, watching Aidan help Leanna out of

the car, and he spoke with a smile. "Aidan, Leanna, we meet again."

Aidan slowly turned around, showing no surprise upon seeing him.

Leanna got out of the car with him, but unlike usual, she wore a mask on her face and a thick knitted hat. Except

for one eye, everything else was covered. She had a scarf around her neck, making it almost impossible to see her

actual appearance.

Facing Justin, Aidan pulled her behind him.

Justin smiled and said, "I heard that you plan to send Leanna away from Highside. Thinking that I won't have a

chance to see her again, I came to see her for the last time."

Aidan's expression remained unchanged as he looked at him. "As long as you're alive, how could there be no

chance to meet?"

The assistant behind Justin frowned and was about to move forward, but Justin raised his hand slightly, indicating

for him to step back.

Justin said, "You're right. You know my health is deteriorating day by day. Maybe one day, I won't wake up

anymore."

Aidan replied calmly, "Now that we've met, is there anything else you want to say?"

Justin hesitated and looked at Leanna behind him, then suddenly asked, "I'm curious; what's wrong with Leanna?"

"She's pregnant and can't be exposed to the wind," Aidan replied.

Justin suddenly understood. "I see. No wonder a few days ago I saw Daphne trending on social media; now I

understand."

Aidan said, "If there's nothing else, I'll take her away."

"Wait." Justin called him. "I saw the news about Leanna's younger brother having an accident. Is everything

resolved? Can I help?"

Aidan coldly responded, "No need."

He pulled Leanna closer, seeming eager to leave.

Justin continued, "How about this? I know you want to send Leanna to a quiet place for her pregnancy. There's a hot

spring resort in the outskirts of Highside that's perfect for recuperation. Why don't you send her there?"

Aidan repeated in a cold tone, "No need."

Justin frowned, seemingly somewhat helpless. "Aidan, I'm not trying to stop you from leaving. It's just... did you see

the news about Pearson Group last night? The New Coast project, which I recently took over, has many unclear

aspects, and now such a big problem has occurred. I was wondering if you could help Pearson Group and me

handle these issues together?"

Aidan said, "Regarding the New Coast project, before I left, I had Jonathan give you all the relevant documents. As

for the rest, I can't do anything about it."

Before Justin could respond, Aidan added, "By the way, I forgot to tell you that the New Coast project, as a key

project for Pearson Group, had backups made by me. If you think the problem lies there, I can have someone

check the backups one by one with you. What do you think?"

Justin's smile faded slightly. He clasped his hands together and remained silent.

The dawn of early winter was later than in summer. By eight o'clock, the light had gradually brightened.

The cold wind roared fiercely in this desolate place, and the only sound was the rustling of leaves being blown away.

Aidan looked at Justin without any warmth. "I once thought that giving Pearson Group back to you would put an end

to everything. But now, it seems that what you want is not just that."

Justin maintained a smile on his face. "What use is Pearson Group to me as a disabled person?"

"What do you want, then? My life?" Aidan asked.

Justin sighed. "Aidan, we shouldn't be talking like this."

Aidan chuckled lightly. "Then how should we talk? Should I thank you for everything you've done?"

"I helped you find the truth you've been seeking, and even found your relatives for you. Isn't that good?" Justin

replied.

Aidan's dark eyes were filled with coldness as he walked towards Justin with determined steps, his voice chilling.

"You could have directly told me these things—"

He reached Justin and grabbed his collar, his gaze cold and stern, as he tore away the gentle and hypocritical mask

from the man in the wheelchair. "You shouldn't have used those dirty and cruel methods on a few-month-old child."