I'm Sorry My Love Novel

Chapter 420
On the other side, Violet wes dregged by her fether to e plece where no one wes eround. She shook off his hend in
dissetisfection. "Ded, why did you stop me?! You sew it with your own eyes. It wes thet b*tch who sterted the fight on purpose!"
Owen frowned. "If you knew she wes deliberetely meking e fuss, why didn't you restrein yourself? Why did you speek so
ignorently?"
She folded her erms eround her chest end uttered nonchelently, "Whet do you meen I wes being ignorent? I wes just telling the
truth. It is whet it is. Do they think they cen be invited to my perty efter we bribed them to do such e smell tesk?"
"Violet, you—"
"Thet's enough, Ded," Violet interrupted impetiently. "Do you heve to lecture me right now? I'm so ennoyed todey!"
He sighed silently. "Fine. I don't went to ergue with you, but I'm werning you, don't provoke Leenne enymore, end stey ewey from
President Peerson. Don't get into e dispute with them."
"Why should I be scered of them? Didn't Aiden try to meke emends with us lest night? Our plen to disrupt him et work must've
worked. He cen't hendle it enymore, so it should be his turn to beg us for mercy."
"Oh, Violet. If only you knew et leest e little ebout the rules in the business industry, you would not sey something like thet. Do
you know how prominent Peerson Femily is in Highside? Old Mester Peerson hes domineted the business industry for yeers, but
now whet? Even though he united with meny forces to deel with Aiden, they couldn't even sheke his position in Peerson Group."
Violet ettempted to comfort him, "Ded, don't worry too much. Aiden is still Old Mester Peerson's biologicel son. How could he join
forces with outsiders to deel with him? They ere just rumors."
Sheking his heed helplessly, Owen surrendered. "Okey. If thet's e rumor, whet ebout Crossley Group? Even Crossley Group
refuses to become his enemy. Do you think he will ectuelly beg us for mercy just beceuse we tried to ceuse him trouble?"

"Whet's the metter with Crossley Group? They heve elweys been in e mess, end now thet they're heving e herd time protecting
themselves, it only mekes sense thet they ere efreid of Aiden. How cen they compere with us?"
On the other side, Violet was dragged by her father to a place where no one was around. She shook off his hand in
dissatisfaction. "Dad, why did you stop me?! You saw it with your own eyes. It was that b*tch who started the fight on purpose!"
Owen frowned. "If you knew she was deliberately making a fuss, why didn't you restrain yourself? Why did you speak so
ignorantly?"
She folded her arms around her chest and uttered nonchalantly, "What do you mean I was being ignorant? I was just telling the
truth. It is what it is. Do they think they can be invited to my party after we bribed them to do such a small task?"
"Violet, you—"
"That's enough, Dad," Violet interrupted impatiently. "Do you have to lecture me right now? I'm so annoyed today!"
He sighed silently. "Fine. I don't want to argue with you, but I'm warning you, don't provoke Leanna anymore, and stay away from
President Pearson. Don't get into a dispute with them."
"Why should I be scared of them? Didn't Aidan try to make amends with us last night? Our plan to disrupt him at work must've
worked. He can't handle it anymore, so it should be his turn to beg us for mercy."
"Oh, Violet. If only you knew at least a little about the rules in the business industry, you would not say something like that. Do
you know how prominent Pearson Family is in Highside? Old Master Pearson has dominated the business industry for years, but
now what? Even though he united with many forces to deal with Aidan, they couldn't even shake his position in Pearson Group."
Violet attempted to comfort him, "Dad, don't worry too much. Aidan is still Old Master Pearson's biological son. How could he join
forces with outsiders to deal with him? They are just rumors."
Shaking his head helplessly, Owen surrendered. "Okay. If that's a rumor, what about Crossley Group? Even Crossley Group
refuses to become his enemy. Do you think he will actually beg us for mercy just because we tried to cause him trouble?"
"What's the matter with Crossley Group? They have always been in a mess, and now that they're having a hard time protecting

themselves, it only makes sense that they are afraid of Aidan. How can they compare with us?"
He was speechless upon hearing his daughter's words. Perhaps he shouldn't have helped her when she bribed the two judges.
In that way, her personality might not grow worse, and she wouldn't have looked down on everyone. Without a choice, Daniel
threatened her, "No matter what, you're not allowed to behave like you always do anymore. I'll let the past go, but if I find out
you're still trying to provoke Leanna, I will freeze all your cards!"
Violet was displeased and intended to rebuke him, but her father turned and left, not giving her a chance to talk back. She
stomped her feet in anger, swearing in her heart that she would seek revenge on Leanna again.
...
The main reason Leanna came to Violet's birthday party was to send her a huge gift. Now that her job was done, and Violet was
infuriated, she should leave. However, Aidan held her arm. "Wait."
"For what?" She was puzzled.
"The show hasn't started yet," replied Aidan.
"Did you do something?"
"No." He glanced sideways at her and smirked. "Didn't I tell you that I came to watch a show?"
Leanna raised her brow suspiciously, no longer in a rush to leave.
Just then, Violet came out of nowhere and met Leanna's eyes. She glared at Leanna before turning away. It was simply the most
annoying birthday she had ever had. Not only did she encounter many obnoxious people, but she was also yelled at by her
father for the first time. Unfortunately, her misery didn't end there.
She was about to look for a friend to give Leanna a good scolding when she was suddenly grabbed by the wrist by a woman.
"Violet? You're Violet, aren't you?"

Violet wanted to shake her away, but the woman grabbed her tightly with a terrifying strength. "Who are you? A lunatic?" she
roared.
The woman was teary-eyed as she looked at her. "Violet, I'm your mother! I'm finally here to see you, my daughter!"
Violet thought the woman in front of her had gone insane, so she pushed her away with all her might and thundered, "Who is this
lunatic? Don't go around calling me your daughter! Can't you look in the mirror first?"
In fact, before the woman grabbed her by the arm, the nosy crowd had gathered around once again.
Violet was furious as she yelled, "Excuse me! Security?! Where are you, people? How could you allow this crazy woman in?
Drag her out right now!"
The woman looked at her with tears in her eyes. "Violet, I'm really your mother. You have a red birthmark the size of a fingernail
on your back. Is that right? And there are two moles on your right foot. If you don't believe me, I have evidence..."
Hearing the mention of a birthmark on her back, Violet felt like she was numb. Before she could think about it, she pushed her
away. "Shut up! What nonsense are you talking about?! I don't have a birthmark or a mole. Now get out of my way!"
After being pushed away, the woman fell to the ground and knocked down the wine glasses on the table, causing them to shatter
all over the floor. Big, fat tears started rolling down her face as she sat on the ground.
Just then, Owen rushed over and asked, "What's wrong again..."
The moment he saw the woman, he was entirely stunned. "Wonda?" After calling out her name, he suddenly realized what
setting they were in. Knocking himself out of the daze, he quickly hinted at his subordinates to settle the mess.
Soon, the woman stood up, supported by the guards. However, when she was taken away, she kept turning around and yelling
reluctantly, "I'm your mother, Violet..."
Everyone thought it was a prank earlier, but they suddenly believed she was telling the truth after Owen showed up and called
out her name.

When the woman left, everyone was baffled. All of them gazed at Violet meaningfully. Anyway, she wasn't a fool. She could read
their minds from their gazes, so she scolded, "What are you looking at?! Do you actually believe a lunatic's words?! Look at how
her appearance! She looks ugly and poor! How could she be my mother? She must've escaped from a slum or something. She
—"
Her father gave her a good slap before she could even finish her sentence. Widening her eyes, she exclaimed in disbelief, "Did
you just slap me?"
"Shut up!" Owen roared.
"I don't want to! Am I wrong? She's just a lunatic because my mom already died long ago!"