Love's Change of Heart

Justin?"

He said, "You don't need to say such words. What's the point of having such things when you're gone?"

"Why do you think Aidan has been using such forceful means to suppress the Pearson Family over the

past month? Even your father has been backed to the point where he no longer has anybody at his

beck and call. That is because he plans to take my life."

"Aidan won't do that."

"Won't?" She gave a mocking laugh and shot a sideways glance at Leanna, who was lying on the bed.

"I wanted both mother and son to die together to prevent any future trouble. She turned out to be

unexpectedly lucky and survived. I know Aidan better than you. Do you think he will let you survive

after I die? Why would he do that? So that you can wait for an opportunity to exact revenge? Even if

you've never had that thought before, he will get rid of you for his safety's sake."

She continued, "Between the Pearson Family and him, only one can live."

After she said that, she turned around and left without another word.

There was the sound of footsteps; then, the room fell silent again. Another long stretch of silence

passed. Then, Leanna heard an almost imperceptible sigh before Justin maneuvered his wheelchair

out of the room.

Leanna opened her eyes again when she heard the sound of the door closing. Her strength was slowly

returning as time passed. Although she could not push herself up, she could at least move her fingers

now.

Had she not heard the conversation earlier, she would never have believed that Justin was involved in

this incident.

He clearly doesn't care for the Pearson Group, so why is he helping them? She could not understand

his thought process.

Nevertheless, that was not the most important issue right now. She heard Gordon mention earlier that

Freddie was waiting downstairs. So, they were definitely searching for her.

So, she inhaled deeply as she forced her eyes to open. She focused all her attention on her fingers,

willing them to move little by little. An unknown amount of time passed before she could finally sit up.

However, her throat burned painfully. It was difficult for her to even articulate a single word.

She ignored the pain as she gritted her teeth and stood up against the wall. Then, she randomly

grabbed one of the glass ornaments in the room. Her movements were sluggish, but she still managed

to inch her way toward the window. She wearily leaned against the window and threw the glass

ornament out the window.

At this point, she didn't even have the strength to smash the glass herself. She had to use gravity to do

her work.

At the same time, Freddie sat on a couch downstairs. He looked around him and occasionally made a

comment, "Mr. Pearson, you have good taste. Unlike you, my father doesn't have a good eye. He is

always bringing home worthless stuff."

Gordon held his cane and watched Freddie expressionlessly. "If you've taken a fancy to something, I

can just give it to you."

"That... isn't right."

"There's nothing inappropriate about it. I'll arrange for somebody to send the stuff home for you and

drive you back as well."

All the guests were gone by now, except for Freddie.

Freddie used his tactless attitude to his most significant advantage. "There's no need to rush. Speaking

of which, it's been a long time since I came to visit you, Mr. Pearson. Now that all the outsiders are

gone, we can finally catch up on the old days."

Gordon's expression darkened upon hearing Freddie's remarks. Alas, he could neither ask Freddie to

leave nor chase the latter away. It was apparent that Freddie had no intention of leaving.

Gordon stood up with the help of his walking cane. "Do as you please. If you want to look around, then

go ahead and look around. I'm going to bed."

Before Gordon could leave, a slight sound came from outside the house.

Freddie reacted quickly and immediately rushed outside. Gordon's expression turned grim, and he

signaled his subordinate to follow. The latter immediately understood and hurried after Freddie.

Freddie arrived at the source of the sound. Unfortunately, he did not see anybody. There were only

shattered pieces of glass on the ground. When he saw the subordinate who had followed him here, he

quickly went back inside.

Just as Freddie was about to go upstairs, Gordon slung his walking cane horizontally across Freddie's

chest with a frown. "Remember your place!!"

Freddie gave a sheepish laugh. "Didn't you permit me to look around the house as I pleased earlier, Mr.

Pearson? I've gotten a look around downstairs, so I've decided to take a brief tour upstairs."

"Don't push your luck! Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. You believe I've hidden Leanna

somewhere. Since you insist on going upstairs to have a look, then let me ask you this. How are you

going to make it up to me if you don't find her anywhere?"

Freddie slowly pushed the walking cane away from him. "Don't get so agitated, Mr. Pearson. It's not

like I don't trust you, but I have to look around for myself. Let me go upstairs and have a look so that I

have an explanation for Aidan if he questions me about this incident later. Unless you're interested in

watching him skin me alive?