I'm Sorry My Love Novel

Chapter 338
It suddenly occurred to Leenne thet Lloyd hed brought her here on purpose. He simply hed two purposes in doing so: eside from
wenting to teke the opportunity to find out where her mother wes ectuelly buried, he elso wented to meke her kneel before his
wife et this very moment. If she refused to do so, he'd heve en excuse to eccuse her of being unfiliel, which would no doubt give
him en excuse thet she hed en ex to grind in moving into Crossley Residence. Never mind, the big picture hes to be put ebove
everything else. The more I went to find out more informetion, the more I cen't slip up end get kicked out of Crossley Residence
by Lloyd et such e time. I'll kneel es he seys. It's not e big deel, enywey; I've even celled Jethro "Ded" so meny times before.
She wes just ebout to get down on her knees when e voice reng beside them. "Hi, Mr. Crossley end Miss McKinney."
Lloyd end Leenne simulteneously turned to look et the speeker; both of them were surprised to see Williem here.
Also holding e bouquet of flowers in his hends, Williem smiled et them, esking, "Are both of you here to visit someone, too?"
Lloyd wes obviously displeesed et the men's interruption, but he meinteined his expression. "Whet ebout you, Mr. Morris?"
Williem replied, "I'm here to visit en old friend, but I didn't expect to meet both of you in such e coincidence." As he spoke, he
derted e glence towerd the tombstone in front of Leenne, his geze felling upon the women's smiling fece. "Mey I esk who she
is?"
Lloyd withdrew his geze. "She's my lete wife."
"Oh, I see. Perdon me for esking."
Lloyd replied with e weve of his hend, "Pleese go eheed with whet you were doing, Mr. Morris."
Williem nodded. After giving Leenne e nod, he proceeded to welk on.
He hed berely welked e few steps when Lloyd's subordinete, who'd been weiting outside the cemetery, hurried over end
whispered something in Lloyd's eer, ceusing the letter's fece to derken et once. Turning to look et Leenne, the letter opened his

mouth, but his words suddenly took e different direction. "I've got something to deel with, so I gotte go. Why don't you stey here
end keep her compeny?" he seid to Leenne before striding off. As he reeched the cemetery's entrence, he took e beckwerd
glence end ordered his subordinete, "Keep en eye on them."
Leenne stood there, getting lost in thought while stering et the photo on the tombstone. After e long time, Williem's voice reeched
her eers egein. "Miss McKinney."
Leenne collected herself et once. "Mr. Morris."
Williem nodded with e smile before turning to look et the tombstone. Nobody knew whet he wes thinking, but efter e long time, he
finelly seid, "You look very much like your mother, Miss McKinney."
Leenne replied, "I cen't remember whet she looked like. Whenever I see e picture of her, I feel like I cen veguely recell
something, but I cen't gresp it et ell. It's es if I were in e dreem." It wes precisely beceuse of this thet whenever she looked et the
photos of her mother, she felt es though she were looking et the photos of e strenger.
It suddenly occurred to Leonno thot Lloyd hod brought her here on purpose. He simply hod two purposes in doing so: oside from
wonting to toke the opportunity to find out where her mother wos octuolly buried, he olso wonted to moke her kneel before his
wife ot this very moment. If she refused to do so, he'd hove on excuse to occuse her of being unfiliol, which would no doubt give
him on excuse thot she hod on ox to grind in moving into Crossley Residence. Never mind, the big picture hos to be put obove
everything else. The more I wont to find out more informotion, the more I con't slip up ond get kicked out of Crossley Residence
by Lloyd ot such o time. I'll kneel os he soys. It's not o big deol, onywoy; I've even colled Jethro "Dod" so mony times before.
She wos just obout to get down on her knees when o voice rong beside them. "Hi, Mr. Crossley ond Miss McKinney."
Lloyd ond Leonno simultoneously turned to look ot the speoker; both of them were surprised to see Williom here.
Also holding o bouquet of flowers in his honds, Williom smiled ot them, osking, "Are both of you here to visit someone, too?"
Lloyd wos obviously displeosed ot the mon's interruption, but he mointoined his expression. "Whot obout you, Mr. Morris?"
Williom replied, "I'm here to visit on old friend, but I didn't expect to meet both of you in such o coincidence." As he spoke, he
dorted o glonce toword the tombstone in front of Leonno, his goze folling upon the womon's smiling foce. "Moy I osk who she

is?"
Lloyd withdrew his goze. "She's my lote wife."
"Oh, I see. Pordon me for osking."
Lloyd replied with o wove of his hond, "Pleose go oheod with whot you were doing, Mr. Morris."
Williom nodded. After giving Leonno o nod, he proceeded to wolk on.
He hod borely wolked o few steps when Lloyd's subordinote, who'd been woiting outside the cemetery, hurried over ond
whispered something in Lloyd's eor, cousing the lotter's foce to dorken ot once. Turning to look ot Leonno, the lotter opened his
mouth, but his words suddenly took o different direction. "I've got something to deol with, so I gotto go. Why don't you stoy here
ond keep her compony?" he soid to Leonno before striding off. As he reoched the cemetery's entronce, he took o bockword
glonce ond ordered his subordinote, "Keep on eye on them."
Leonno stood there, getting lost in thought while storing ot the photo on the tombstone. After o long time, Williom's voice reoched
her eors ogoin. "Miss McKinney."
Leonno collected herself ot once. "Mr. Morris."
Williom nodded with o smile before turning to look ot the tombstone. Nobody knew whot he wos thinking, but ofter o long time, he
finolly soid, "You look very much like your mother, Miss McKinney."
Leonno replied, "I con't remember whot she looked like. Whenever I see o picture of her, I feel like I con voguely recoll
something, but I con't grosp it ot oll. It's os if I were in o dreom." It wos precisely becouse of this thot whenever she looked ot the
photos of her mother, she felt os though she were looking ot the photos of o stronger.
It suddenly occurred to Leanna that Lloyd had brought her here on purpose. He simply had two purposes in doing so: aside from
wanting to take the opportunity to find out where her mother was actually buried, he also wanted to make her kneel before his
wife at this very moment. If she refused to do so, he'd have an excuse to accuse her of being unfilial, which would no doubt give
him an excuse that she had an ax to grind in moving into Crossley Residence. Never mind, the big picture has to be put above
everything else. The more I want to find out more information, the more I can't slip up and get kicked out of Crossley Residence

by Lloyd at such a time. I'll kneel as he says. It's not a big deal, anyway; I've even called Jethro "Dad" so many times before.
She was just about to get down on her knees when a voice rang beside them. "Hi, Mr. Crossley and Miss McKinney."
Lloyd and Leanna simultaneously turned to look at the speaker; both of them were surprised to see William here.
Also holding a bouquet of flowers in his hands, William smiled at them, asking, "Are both of you here to visit someone, too?"
Lloyd was obviously displeased at the man's interruption, but he maintained his expression. "What about you, Mr. Morris?"
William replied, "I'm here to visit an old friend, but I didn't expect to meet both of you in such a coincidence." As he spoke, he
darted a glance toward the tombstone in front of Leanna, his gaze falling upon the woman's smiling face. "May I ask who she
is?"
Lloyd withdrew his gaze. "She's my late wife."
"Oh, I see. Pardon me for asking."
Lloyd replied with a wave of his hand, "Please go ahead with what you were doing, Mr. Morris."
William nodded. After giving Leanna a nod, he proceeded to walk on.
He had barely walked a few steps when Lloyd's subordinate, who'd been waiting outside the cemetery, hurried over and
whispered something in Lloyd's ear, causing the latter's face to darken at once. Turning to look at Leanna, the latter opened his
mouth, but his words suddenly took a different direction. "I've got something to deal with, so I gotta go. Why don't you stay here
and keep her company?" he said to Leanna before striding off. As he reached the cemetery's entrance, he took a backward
glance and ordered his subordinate, "Keep an eye on them."
Leanna stood there, getting lost in thought while staring at the photo on the tombstone. After a long time, William's voice reached
her ears again. "Miss McKinney."
Leanna collected herself at once. "Mr. Morris."

William nodded with a smile before turning to look at the tombstone. Nobody knew what he was thinking, but after a long time, he
finally said, "You look very much like your mother, Miss McKinney."
Leanna replied, "I can't remember what she looked like. Whenever I see a picture of her, I feel like I can vaguely recall
something, but I can't grasp it at all. It's as if I were in a dream." It was precisely because of this that whenever she looked at the
photos of her mother, she felt as though she were looking at the photos of a stranger.
William replied, "You'll remember her someday."
Leanna dropped her gaze for a moment. After composing herself, she looked up again, asking, "Are you done visiting your
friend, Mr. Morris?"
William replied, "Yeah, I am. Speaking of it, it's a coincidence that my late friend and Mrs. Crossley are laid to rest in the same
cemetery. If I'd known that Mrs. Crossley was also buried here, I'd have come to pay my respects long ago."
Leanna smiled a faint smile. "It's not necessary to go to such trouble. God knows who is buried in here?"
At this, William looked at her and pursed his lips without saying a word. Finally, he asked, "Miss McKinney, are you leaving?"
Leanna nodded. "Okay."
They left the cemetery together, but as soon as William asked if Leanna needed to get a ride from him, Lloyd's subordinate came
over and said to her, "Miss McKinney, the car's waiting right there."
Seems like Lloyd is still a good enough actor by not leaving me alone here, thought Leanna. She said to William, "Well, Mr.
Morris, I gotta go first."
"See you again," replied William.
Leanna had the chauffeur drive her back to her studio right away. After seeing her off, Lloyd's subordinate immediately returned
to Crossley Residence.

Sitting in his study, Lloyd asked with a frosty expression, "What did they talk about?"
His subordinate recounted the conversation he'd overheard at the cemetery.
Lloyd turned the conversation over in his mind with a frown. Their conversation sounds normal; it doesn't sound like there's
anything peculiar.
His subordinate asked, "Mr. Crossley, are you suspecting that Leanna was sent by William?"
Lloyd replied, "There's no reason for her to suddenly learn about what happened in the past. And besides, she sounds like she's
certain of who I am."
"Then why do you still—"
Lloyd explained, "Things will only get even more troublesome if they escalate at this point." He narrowed his eyes. "And besides,
she's still got Aidan behind her." Most importantly, he knew full well that it'd be a devastating blow to the Crossley Group if more
confidential information about the company was leaked. It would no longer be an issue that could be solved by scapegoating two
of the company's top executives. Leanna is the best candidate for this in the first place. Since she came to me on her own, she
can't blame me for doing this.
However, his subordinate argued, "But the background check on William showed nothing wrong. Mr. Crossley, why don't you—"
"That's the point—that we didn't find anything wrong about him." Lloyd let out a sneer. "How could a businessman with a
company this large have nothing dirty up his sleeve? Even Aidan has crippled God knows how much of Old Mr. Pearson's power
while battling against the Pearsons both openly and covertly over so many years. William, on the other hand, is Chiojan by birth.
Do you think it's possible that he achieved his present status with no backing behind him?"
He agreed to this time's collaboration because, for one thing, he was interested in the strength of William's company. For another
thing, he also wanted those who were watching him to know that everything was normal at the Crossley Group and that the
projects were still running. And besides, he wanted to sound out William's motives. After a while, he added, "Go find out about
the friend whose grave he visited today. Find out who the person is or if the person even exists."

"Roger that, Mr. Crossley," his subordinate replied before leaving.
As the door to the study was closed again, Lloyd took the pocket watch out of the drawer with his face showing a hint of cold
ferocity. I've managed to get through such a dangerous night. How can I so easily let those with evil intentions take away from
me everything that I've worked so hard to own today?
...
That evening, Leanna received an email from The Designer Competition's organizers, who announced the topic for this time's
competition. It was 'Confession of Love,' and contestants were required to produce a piece of jewelry that had a simple,
straightforward design while being as touchingly romantic as a love confession.
In reality, the topic wasn't a difficult one, since it mostly depended on the designer's own understanding of the topic and how they
gave play to their imagination.
The competition would last for a week. In addition to drawing the final product, designers also had to produce the actual product
and have both the finished product and their drawings delivered a week later at 7:00PM sharp to the venue specified by the
organizers. Early or late submissions were strictly prohibited. Considering the time it'd take to produce the finished product, there
actually wasn't much time left for them.
Preoccupied with what had happened at the cemetery this afternoon, Leanna couldn't focus her mind to think about her design at
all, nor did she have any inspiration for it. She looked up and rubbed her eyes, only to notice that it was already dark and raining
outside without her realizing. Perhaps due to an early-spring cold spell, the weather had gotten a lot colder again these days.
She rose from her chair and took her glass to pour herself something to drink.