Begging For A Reconciliation

Chapter 77

Leah followed the prison officer to the visiting room. In the room, Han was standing at the door with his back facing them. His well-built back was a very familiar sight to her.

Suddenly, Leah found herself wanting to cry for no discernible reason. Perhaps the sight of a familiar face caused her emotions to well up after the inhumane mistreatment she went through in the past few days.

The prison officer entered the room and announced, “Ms. White is here, Mr. Howard.”

“Mmm…” grunted Han half-heartedly in response. He turned around and looked at Leah, his eyes twitched the moment he saw her.

Standing in front of him was a haggard lady. In just two or three days, Leah had turned into mere skins and bones. Her eyes were sunken and there were dark circles under her eyes.

Her clothes were a mess, while both her face and hands were covered in blood. He could not tell if the blood belonged to her.

Han’s eyes narrowed a little.

He then said to the prison officer, “Leave us for now.”

The prison officer knew that he was dealing with a powerful man, so he dared not protest. He quietly turned around and excused himself.

As the door snapped shut, Han and Leah found themselves together alone in the huge room.

Han stared at her intently before curling his lips and remarked sarcastically, “It seems like you’ve gone through a lot.” So much so that she would crawl back to him for help.

Leah looked at him and took a deep breath before saying, “I will agree to the terms you mentioned last time, Han.”

“Oh, are you talking terms with me?” replied Han with a sneer.

Leah nodded her head, her eyes grew misty. She replied, “I only care about two things, clearing my name and making Charlie pay for what he did to my father.”

She gritted her teeth as her eyes were filled with hatred.

There were no longer signs of gentleness and meekness in her eyes.It was as if those few days of prison life had turned Leah into a totally different person.

Even Han was surprised at the change in her character.

After a moment, he grinned and said, “You finally revealed your true nature, Leah.”

He was standing face-to-face with Leah’s vicious and unscrupulous side, the side that would do anything, even crawling to him, to reach her goals.

With a cruel smile, Han stretched out his hand and seized her chin, “Who do you think you are to talk terms with me?”

He then violently shoved her face aside and wiped his hands with a napkin, as if he was disgusted by the filthy state she was in. He turned around and walked out of the room while saying, “Get changed and come with me.”.

Leah’s eyes trailed after him as he left and her gaze landed on a bag in the corner near the door.

She walked over and took a peek inside the bag. In it was a set of soft and clean clothes.

Leah cleaned herself up and changed into the outfit. By the time she came out, Han was already talking to the prison warden.

The prison warden was buttering up to Han with the most agreeable expression he could muster.

Leah walked over and quietly said, “I’m done.”

The prison warden turned to look at her with a fake smile and said, “I’m really sorry, Mr. Howard. We did not know that she was with you. I would like to make it up to this fine lady for our less-than-stellar treatment in the past few days.”

“That won’t be necessary,” said Han coldly as he looked up. “She’s not with me.”

“Then, she is…?” asked the chief in a puzzled tone.

Han smirked and replied, “If I have to describe it, then she’s…merely my plaything.”

Leah’s face turned pale when she heard that and she clenched her hands tightly.

She convinced herself that it was not a big deal. As long as she could leave the prison and bring Charlie to justice, all the insults and humiliation he put her through would be worth it.

Once they came out of the prison complex, Leah followed Han to his car. He opened the door to the driver’s seat and entered. Seeing that, Leah walked to the front passenger seat. However, before she could open the door, Han grabbed onto the door from the inside, preventing her from opening it.

He rolled down the window and gave her a chilly glare while saying, “Don’t stain my car with your dirty ass.”

Leah bit her lip and stared at him defiantly. She said, “Then where should I sit?”

Han maintained his cold demeanor and quipped, “Definitely not in my car.”

Leah took a deep breath and said, “Then how do I return?”

With eyes full of disdain, he sneered, “Walk, crawl, whatever you do, I don’t give a damn.”

He started the car and drove off after he finished speaking.

The car left a cloud of dust in its wake and Leah fumbled as she took two steps away from the cloud of dust.

She had no money to call a cab, so she could only walk. Leah bit her lips as she tried to keep her composure.

Fortunately, the prison complex was also in the city area not too far from the Howard Residence. Leah started walking absent-mindedly along the road.

She had not eaten properly in days, much less had any proper rest. She was both physically and mentally exhausted to the point of not being able to walk properly without her body swaying left and right. It looked like her body could give way any time.

But she knew she had to push on, it was not her time yet! She was going to avenge her father’s death one way or another.

Leah wrapped her arms around her body tightly as she continued to walk ahead in a dazed-like state. It was only after the sun had set that she finally arrived at the gate of the Howard residence.

In the villa, Han was standing in front of the window of the second floor. Behind him was a huge screen. It was the surveillance screen for the entire villa.

He switched the view on the screen to display the camera feed for the main entrance and saw Leah’s silhouette slowly grew bigger on the screen as she approached the front gate.

She dragged her broken body forward, each step harder than the next. Her body swayed uncontrollably as she walked, it was as if she would topple from just a gentle push.

The gate was only around a few hundred feet away from the main road, but she took about ten minutes to drag herself to the gate. Han only looked at her with a blank expression.

She went up to the front gate and rang the doorbell.

At that moment, the maid knocked at the door and went, “Mr. Howard, there’s someone ringing the doorbell. She asked for you.”

“I know,” said Han as he opened a bottle of wine.

It was time for a celebration to mark the occasion. Leah had once again fallen into his palm.

The maid hesitated for a while before asking, “We won’t be opening the door for her?” This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

Han did not reply, instead, he twirled the wine in his glass while staring deeply at the screen.

Leah continued to press the doorbell a few more times, but she received no response.

She was struggling to keep herself up. Her wobbly legs eventually gave way and she found herself kneeling beside the wrought iron gate.

Leah leaned against the wall panting heavily. Her eyelids were drooping and her body felt weighted down. It felt like an eternity had passed, but at the same time it felt like mere minutes for her.

Eventually, Leah could no longer hold on, she was falling asleep. At that moment, the wrought iron gate creaked loudly as someone pushed open the gate from the inside.

Leah pushed herself away from the path of the opening gate and looked up. Staring at her with condescending eyes was Han.

“Have you reached your limit already? Is this all you got?” jeered Han.

Leah gritted her teeth and tried to pull herself up. She replied, “No, I just wanted a quick rest.”

Ignoring her reply, Han turned around and entered the villa. Leah quickly followed behind.

As they entered the living room, Leah was instantly struck by the view laid before her. This was the same villa she stayed in for three years.

The funny thing was that those three years of her married life were nothing but a way for Han to get his revenge on her. It was all an empty dream for her.

“What are you looking at?” asked Han. His voice resounded in the living room.

He glanced at her with disgust and continued, “Clear up yourself and then come to my room.”