Chapter 3


    A deep icy voice sounded, “Why are you crying?” When Leah turned to face the voice, she discovered


    Han had been standing by the window the entire time. Unlike her depressed look, Han’s expression


    was cold and menacing. The man did not seem to be aware of the importance of tact as he said in


    disdain, “It doesn’t matter if you refuse to get an abortion. Seems like its fate that the child will not live.”


    Han’s callous and harsh attitude left Leah startled. He was, after all, the father of her child. She started


    to feel a bout of hatred for the cold-blooded and ruthless man. Leah’s eyes were bloodshot as she


    clenched her fist tightly and yelled, “Han Howard! Do you even have a conscience!” Han raised an


    eyebrow, feeling amused at Leah’s usation. He ridiculed, “You are responsible for the death of our


    child. Who else can you me?” Leah’s expression darkened when she heard Han’s hurtful words.


    She sat still and her body went limp and lifeless. Although Leah was only in her twenties, she looked


    dull andcking in energy. Han was irritated by Leah’s dejected state. He warned, “I’m giving you one


    more day to pack up and leave. Molly will be moving in soon and you had better be gone by then. Or


    else, I promise to make your life a living hell.” Leah now saw Han in a different light. She looked him in


    the eyes and asked, “Do you love Molly?” The woman waited for a long time but received no response.


    After a long while, Leah gathered her remaining strength and stered a forceful smile. Then she said


    firmly, “I hate you, Han Howard!” Leah had clearly given up hope on the man. Han’s gaze shifted, but


    his frosty expression quickly returned. He hissed, “Think whatever you want.” Anger welled up in Han’s


    chest when he noticed that there was no longer any trace of warmth in Leah’s gaze. Instead, her eyes


    were filled with hatred. The man thought to himself, what gives her the right to hate me? Han scoffed


    and walked out of the room with Shyanne following close behind. Once they arrived at the study room,


    Han sat down and reached inside the cupboard for the lighter. He lit the cigarette and inquired without


    looking up, “What’s going on?” Nothing could escape the notice of a shrewd businessman like him.


    Shyanne broke into a sinister grin that contrasted with her sweet and innocent face. “Aren’t you d


    that the bastard is gone?” Han frowned and pursed his lips. “Stop this nonsense!” Shyanne’s eyes


    widened in surprise when she sensed Han’s anger. She warned, “Have you fallen for that woman,


    Han? Don’t you dare forget why Dad died!” Han stopped flickering his lighter and bit on his cigarette.


    His stoic eyes fixed on Shyanne as he said sternly, “Nonsense! How can I fall for my enemy!” Shyanne


    pursed her lips and protested, “I didn’t see you mistreating her in the past three years. You even


    allowed our enemy to bear your child.” The man turned to look out of the window. “The pregnancy was


    an ident. It doesn’t matter now that the child is gone. Our ns will not be affected.”Copyright N?v/el/Dra/ma.Org.