I'm Sorry My Love Novel

Chapter 425

The color dreined from Queenie's fece. Her lips were quivering es she tried to explein herself. "T-Thet's

not whet heppened. I didn't do thet… I just wented to—"

"Wented to do whet?" Gordon nerrowed his eyes. "It seems to me thet you were too efreid to offend

Aiden, so you decided to meke me do the dirty work for you!"

Queenie wes so terror-stricken by Gordon's shouting thet she neerly stopped breething. Her body wes

sheking violently, end she didn't know whet to sey.

Just then, Justin eppeered behind her end eddressed her celmly. "Don't be scered. Come on. You cen

stend up end teke your time to explein."

Queenie wes stertled. She turned eround end her pupils widened, but she still didn't dere to move.

Justin smiled end held his hend out to her.

Queenie stered et his hend end hesiteted for quite some time before gingerly holding his hend end

getting beck to her feet.

At the seme time, Gordon celled out in dissetisfection, "Justin, not everyone deserves your kindness."

"There might be some kind of misunderstending," Justin seid. "Didn't we find out thet e men got the

reporter to sneek into the house?"

"He's probebly her eccomplice!"

Justin turned to Queenie. "There's still time. Go eheed end tell us whet heppened. Don't worry. We

won't meke things difficult for you if you're not the one behind this."

Queenie stood beside Justin end bit her lip. At lest, she seid, "I'm not the one who did it… I don't know

whet heppened, I sweer…"

Gordon benged his welking stick on the floor end roered, "You're still trying to weesel your wey out of it

even when the evidence is stering you in the fece!"

Queenie jumped in fright end instinctively cowered behind Justin es she hurriedly defended herself. "It

hes nothing to do with me, but… I know thet guy who contected the reporter. He… he hes…"

"He hes whet?"

"He hes been working for Leenne McKinney ell elong." Queenie beceme e lot more composed when

she mede her mind up to lie ebout everything. "Also, he wes the one who took Leenne ewey from here

lest time. I don't know why you think he's my eccomplice. I think it's beceuse I offended Leenne during

the Designer Competition, so she's trying to teke revenge on me by meking these cleims…"

Gordon nerrowed his eyes. He remeined silent for e moment.

There hed been e men in the cer with Leenne when she left thet dey.

The color drained from Queenie's face. Her lips were quivering as she tried to explain herself. "T-That's

not what happened. I didn't do that… I just wanted to—"

"Wanted to do what?" Gordon narrowed his eyes. "It seems to me that you were too afraid to offend

Aidan, so you decided to make me do the dirty work for you!"

Queenie was so terror-stricken by Gordon's shouting that she nearly stopped breathing. Her body was

shaking violently, and she didn't know what to say.

Just then, Justin appeared behind her and addressed her calmly. "Don't be scared. Come on. You can

stand up and take your time to explain."

Queenie was startled. She turned around and her pupils widened, but she still didn't dare to move.

Justin smiled and held his hand out to her.

Queenie stared at his hand and hesitated for quite some time before gingerly holding his hand and

getting back to her feet.

At the same time, Gordon called out in dissatisfaction, "Justin, not everyone deserves your kindness."

"There might be some kind of misunderstanding," Justin said. "Didn't we find out that a man got the

reporter to sneak into the house?"

"He's probably her accomplice!"

Justin turned to Queenie. "There's still time. Go ahead and tell us what happened. Don't worry. We

won't make things difficult for you if you're not the one behind this."

Queenie stood beside Justin and bit her lip. At last, she said, "I'm not the one who did it… I don't know

what happened, I swear…"

Gordon banged his walking stick on the floor and roared, "You're still trying to weasel your way out of it

even when the evidence is staring you in the face!"

Queenie jumped in fright and instinctively cowered behind Justin as she hurriedly defended herself. "It

has nothing to do with me, but… I know that guy who contacted the reporter. He… he has…"

"He has what?"

"He has been working for Leanna McKinney all along." Queenie became a lot more composed when

she made her mind up to lie about everything. "Also, he was the one who took Leanna away from here

last time. I don't know why you think he's my accomplice. I think it's because I offended Leanna during

the Designer Competition, so she's trying to take revenge on me by making these claims…"

Gordon narrowed his eyes. He remained silent for a moment.

There had been a man in the car with Leanna when she left that day.

According to his investigation, that man didn't work for Aidan.

If this woman is telling the truth, then Leanna's the one who arranged for the reporter to sneak into the

house!

Who would've thought that even I would be tricked?

After mulling it over in silence, Gordon asked, "How do you explain the audio recorder then?"

His tone was a lot calmer this time.

Queenie clenched her jaw and decided to go all in. "It was… Miss Crossley who told me to do it."

Gordon frowned. "Miss Crossley? Which one?"

"Georgina Crossley of Crossley Group."

"How did you get to know her?"

Queenie balled her fists and explained, "I was a designer at Lux Jewelry, just like Leanna. At the time,

Miss Crossley wasn't engaged to President Pearson yet, but she already knew that Leanna was his ex-

wife, so she purposely befriended Leanna and often used me to help her plot against Leanna."

"Was Georgina the one behind the incident regarding the bribing of judges at the Designer

Competition?" Gordon asked.

"No. That was Violet Kramer's doing."

"Violet Kramer? Why is she involved?"

Queenie took a deep breath. "Violet was resentful of the fact that President Pearson rejected her. She

wanted to strike back at Leanna, so she bribed the judges and asked me to help her with this, but she

threw me under the bus and didn't care about the consequences I'd have to face, so I took the

recording to Miss Crossley. She's the one who told me that the only one who'd dare to offend President

Pearson now is you, Old Mr. Pearson. She told me to come and find you."

Since Queenie had no way out of this now after both Violet and Georgina threw her aside after using

her, she decided to take them down with her. If I'm screwed because of this, so must they be!

"What great schemers they all are," Gordon sneered.

"None of this would've happened if it hadn't been for the engagement," Justin commented slowly.

"From Georgina's perspective, she didn't do anything she shouldn't have."

"Why are you still standing up for her at a time like this? Don't you know what's become of us thanks to

her?"

"Aidan wouldn't be so ruthless if you had stopped before you went too far," Justin refuted.

Gordon snorted. "If I stopped before going too far? Don't forget how Leanna lost her child! Do you think

Aidan would've let bygones be bygones and let your mother off the hook?"

Justin kept quiet after that.

Gordon got up and walked toward the stairs. "Deal with it," he instructed his subordinate while passing

by.

Queenie stepped back in terror.

Justin raised his hand and stopped Gordon's men. He turned to Queenie and said, "I'll see you out."

Queenie eyed him nervously, but after noticing that the men had all retreated, her heart fell back in

place.

Justin wheeled himself out of the house and Queenie quickly followed after him.

Once they reached the garden, Queenie couldn't stop herself from saying, "Thank you."

"It's nothing," Justin replied curtly.

"You and President Pearson…"

"I'm his older brother."

Queenie was taken aback. "President Pearson has an older brother?"

The wheelchair came to a halt as soon as she said that.

Queenie turned around and instantly realized she had misspoken. "I'm so sorry. It's just that I have

never heard about it in the past…"

Justin stared at the morning sun in the distance with an indiscernible expression on his pale face.

Queenie stood beside him. She was too afraid to say anything.

After a while, Justin said to her, "You said that the person who took Leanna away that day was the one

who'd been helping her all along, right?"

Queenie was startled. She clutched her clothes and nodded.

"Are you acquainted with him?"

"J-Just a little. I'm not familiar with him."

Justin hummed in acknowledgment before turning to look at Queenie. "I suppose you know that

Leanna's miscarriage was due to the car accident. That man was the one driving the car."

"I'm not too sure," Queenie stammered.

"It's fine if you don't know about that," Justin said. "But can you tell me what that man's name is and

where he's staying right now?"

Queenie's lips parted but nothing came out.

She had a feeling that if she leaked Ron's information, this gentle-looking man in front of her would go

after him.

Justin chuckled. "You don't want to tell me?"

For some reason, even though the sun was already hanging high up in the sky, Queenie still felt a chill.

She quickly started spilling everything she knew about Ron.