I'm Sorry My Love Novel

Chapter 493

Even though they came to a decision, Leanna couldn't just head over to Crossley Group abruptly, especially since

she didn't know what was going on within the company itself. Aidan had the same concerns, so he quickly got

Jonathan to deliver some files over. She felt her head throbbing just at the sight of the thick files.

"Jonathan will brief you about the situation, and you can ask me if you have any questions," Aidan offered.

"Okay." Crossley Group's core issues were mostly the ones that she had known. However, Jonathan gave her a

detailed breakdown of the main projects that were affected, the people in charge of these projects, the companies

they had partnered with, and the overall progress of the projects. Furthermore, he also told her about the severity

of the state of debt that the Crossley Group was in.

Though, he only managed to find an approximation of the debt they had—he couldn't get the exact value just yet.

After he completed his report, he gave Aidan and Leanna a nod before heading out of the office. Aidan sat in front

of the desk as he started to work on the files that were placed before him. Meanwhile, Leanna sat on the couch as

she skimmed through the files that Jonathan had just passed to her.

Whenever she got to a part she didn't understand, she highlighted them so that she could ask Aidan about them

later that night. They were both immersed in their work, and it was way past midnight by the time Aidan looked up

from his desk. At that point, Leanna had already fallen asleep on the armrest of the couch, with the documents still

in her hands. He strode over before gently removing the files from her hands and placing them on the coffee table.

Then, he took off his coat and put it over her.

Leanna seems really tired. She doesn't look like she's about to wake up anytime soon, he thought as he knelt beside

her. His gaze was loving and gentle as he tucked a few strands of her hair behind her ear.

…

The sun was out by the time Leanna next opened her eyes. She rubbed the back of her hand against her eyes as

she got up. The coat that had been placed over her slid down the couch, so she picked it up before looking around

the office in search of Aidan. When she couldn't see him anywhere, she let out a yawn before checking the time on

her phone—it was 9.30AM. She hadn't expected herself to sleep for so long.

She figured she should head home to take a shower and get changed. She left Aidan's coat on the couch and was

just about to leave the office when someone knocked and opened the door. Jonathan came in with a bag. "President

Pearson ordered someone to send this over, Miss McKinney." She took one glance into the bag to see her clothes

inside.

"There's a lounge and shower area at the back of President Pearson's office. You can use that space," he continued.

Leanna nearly forgot to ask about this, so she was glad that Jonathan had brought it up. "Got it. Thank you," she

uttered with a nod. After he left, she headed to the lounge area. She felt a lot more refreshed after she took a

shower. By the time she stepped out in her new change of clothes, Aidan was already back in the office.

"Did you have something to do earlier in the morning?" she asked.

He sank into the couch as he nodded and pinched the bridge of his nose. "It's just some tiny issue. It's no big deal."

He paused for a moment before looking at her. "Are you heading to the studio?"

"Yeah. I think I'll only go to Crossley Group tomorrow," she answered. For some reason, she had a feeling that

Jimmy and Raymond were still going to approach her that day. "Okay," he replied.

After a moment of hesitation, Leanna asked, "Are you going home tonight?"

Aidan raised an eyebrow at her question. "Can't fall asleep without me around?" he responded as he curled his lips

into a smirk.

She glared at him speechlessly. I knew I shouldn't have asked such questions. This b*stard can never give me a

serious response. "I'm heading off. It doesn't bother me whether you come home—I just want you to leave me a

text to let me know your decision. I'll head out for a meal with Zoe if you're not coming home," she muttered as she

picked her bags up.

Before he could say anything, she was already out of the room. Jonathan showed up in the office a while after she

left. "President Pearson."

Aidan wiped the small smile off his face before asking coolly, "What is it?"

"The news is out. I'm sure William will find out about Mrs. Pearson's decision to go to Crossley Group by this

afternoon." Jonathan paused before continuing in a rather cautious tone, "But based on their previous reactions…

Do you think it's likely for William to go back to Crossley Group, President Pearson?"

"Who said anything about wanting William back in the Crossley Group?" Aidan pressed his slender fingers against

his temple. Jonathan didn't seem to understand his words entirely. "So, what you mean is…"

"We haven't found Leroy, so things are not over yet. William made a rather dumb move of admitting his true

identity at a time like this. However, he was also partially responsible for Crossley Group's current state, so I don't

think he could just abandon them without doing anything," Aidan uttered.

"They've been trying to fix the mess that Leroy left them with," Jonathan added.

"Have they really done anything?" Aidan asked in an unimpressed tone. Jonathan was quiet as he realized that they

hadn't made much progress. It didn't matter who—them or William—attempted to help out with Crossley Group's

situation. The scale of the problem was too large, so whatever they did merely felt like a Band-Aid being plastered

onto a gunshot wound.

Aidan continued in his monotonous voice, "William has clearly given up on Crossley Group for now—he's simply

watching as they fall apart. He probably even hopes that they can just disappear since he no longer cares for the

company. If anything, Crossley Group was probably the initial source of his resentment."

"If what you're saying is true, then it seems like there's nothing wrong with his decision," Jonathan commented.

Aidan let out a deep grunt. "Leroy's not the only one responsible for the tragedy that happened 20 years ago.

William was part of it, too." William already knew the sort of person that Leroy was—even Leroy's parents never

had high hopes for him. Yet, William was a stubborn and individualistic man who went against the majority's opinion

—he was the one who allowed Leroy to enter the company.

Little did he know, his actions were the cause of this whole mess, Aidan thought.

Twenty years ago, Lloyd was a polite and generous man, who was also charismatic and smart in his field of work.

However, he was simply too unguarded and simple-minded. If he had been a little more cautious with Leroy and

hadn't handed everything to him, perhaps Leroy wouldn't have had the chance to climb up the ladder. Perhaps the

entire explosion wouldn't have happened, and Leanna wouldn't have ended up roaming around on her own for 20

years or even met someone like Jethro.

Finally, William stepped out of the shadows after 20 years. At this point, all he felt running in his blood was the

hatred and resentment that he had carried for so long. So, he needed to know that Leanna was heading to Crossley

Group so that he would shift his focus back to the company instead of engaging in other pointless actions.

"Do you think this will be helpful, President Pearson?" Jonathan asked.

"Well, it all depends on how William makes sense of this matter." Aidan had thought it all out—he knew that he

would be able to handle everything after Leanna went to Crossley Group, even if William wasn't there.

After a slight pause, Aidan shifted the topic. "How's Georgina?"

"She keeps throwing fits in her cell. The wound on her face is really deep, and the doctor said that it's going to leave

a scar. Her looks will probably be ruined," Jonathan explained.

Aidan didn't show a hint of emotion on his face. "It seems like Leroy decided to give up on his precious daughter at

a crucial time like this," he muttered.

"He can barely save himself. I don't think he can care for his daughter now,” Jonathan replied.