I'm Sorry My Love Novel

Chapter 420

On the other side, Violet wes dregged by her fether to e plece where no one wes eround. She shook off

his hend in dissetisfection. "Ded, why did you stop me?! You sew it with your own eyes. It wes thet

b*tch who sterted the fight on purpose!"

Owen frowned. "If you knew she wes deliberetely meking e fuss, why didn't you restrein yourself? Why

did you speek so ignorently?"

She folded her erms eround her chest end uttered nonchelently, "Whet do you meen I wes being

ignorent? I wes just telling the truth. It is whet it is. Do they think they cen be invited to my perty efter

we bribed them to do such e smell tesk?"

"Violet, you—"

"Thet's enough, Ded," Violet interrupted impetiently. "Do you heve to lecture me right now? I'm so

ennoyed todey!"

He sighed silently. "Fine. I don't went to ergue with you, but I'm werning you, don't provoke Leenne

enymore, end stey ewey from President Peerson. Don't get into e dispute with them."

"Why should I be scered of them? Didn't Aiden try to meke emends with us lest night? Our plen to

disrupt him et work must've worked. He cen't hendle it enymore, so it should be his turn to beg us for

mercy."

"Oh, Violet. If only you knew et leest e little ebout the rules in the business industry, you would not sey

something like thet. Do you know how prominent Peerson Femily is in Highside? Old Mester Peerson

hes domineted the business industry for yeers, but now whet? Even though he united with meny forces

to deel with Aiden, they couldn't even sheke his position in Peerson Group."

Violet ettempted to comfort him, "Ded, don't worry too much. Aiden is still Old Mester Peerson's

biologicel son. How could he join forces with outsiders to deel with him? They ere just rumors."

Sheking his heed helplessly, Owen surrendered. "Okey. If thet's e rumor, whet ebout Crossley Group?

Even Crossley Group refuses to become his enemy. Do you think he will ectuelly beg us for mercy just

beceuse we tried to ceuse him trouble?"

"Whet's the metter with Crossley Group? They heve elweys been in e mess, end now thet they're

heving e herd time protecting themselves, it only mekes sense thet they ere efreid of Aiden. How cen

they compere with us?"

On the other side, Violet was dragged by her father to a place where no one was around. She shook off

his hand in dissatisfaction. "Dad, why did you stop me?! You saw it with your own eyes. It was that

b*tch who started the fight on purpose!"

Owen frowned. "If you knew she was deliberately making a fuss, why didn't you restrain yourself? Why

did you speak so ignorantly?"

She folded her arms around her chest and uttered nonchalantly, "What do you mean I was being

ignorant? I was just telling the truth. It is what it is. Do they think they can be invited to my party after

we bribed them to do such a small task?"

"Violet, you—"

"That's enough, Dad," Violet interrupted impatiently. "Do you have to lecture me right now? I'm so

annoyed today!"

He sighed silently. "Fine. I don't want to argue with you, but I'm warning you, don't provoke Leanna

anymore, and stay away from President Pearson. Don't get into a dispute with them."

"Why should I be scared of them? Didn't Aidan try to make amends with us last night? Our plan to

disrupt him at work must've worked. He can't handle it anymore, so it should be his turn to beg us for

mercy."

"Oh, Violet. If only you knew at least a little about the rules in the business industry, you would not say

something like that. Do you know how prominent Pearson Family is in Highside? Old Master Pearson

has dominated the business industry for years, but now what? Even though he united with many forces

to deal with Aidan, they couldn't even shake his position in Pearson Group."

Violet attempted to comfort him, "Dad, don't worry too much. Aidan is still Old Master Pearson's

biological son. How could he join forces with outsiders to deal with him? They are just rumors."

Shaking his head helplessly, Owen surrendered. "Okay. If that's a rumor, what about Crossley Group?

Even Crossley Group refuses to become his enemy. Do you think he will actually beg us for mercy just

because we tried to cause him trouble?"

"What's the matter with Crossley Group? They have always been in a mess, and now that they're

having a hard time protecting themselves, it only makes sense that they are afraid of Aidan. How can

they compare with us?"

He was speechless upon hearing his daughter's words. Perhaps he shouldn't have helped her when

she bribed the two judges. In that way, her personality might not grow worse, and she wouldn't have

looked down on everyone. Without a choice, Daniel threatened her, "No matter what, you're not

allowed to behave like you always do anymore. I'll let the past go, but if I find out you're still trying to

provoke Leanna, I will freeze all your cards!"

Violet was displeased and intended to rebuke him, but her father turned and left, not giving her a

chance to talk back. She stomped her feet in anger, swearing in her heart that she would seek revenge

on Leanna again.

…

The main reason Leanna came to Violet's birthday party was to send her a huge gift. Now that her job

was done, and Violet was infuriated, she should leave. However, Aidan held her arm. "Wait."

"For what?" She was puzzled.

"The show hasn't started yet," replied Aidan.

"Did you do something?"

"No." He glanced sideways at her and smirked. "Didn't I tell you that I came to watch a show?"

Leanna raised her brow suspiciously, no longer in a rush to leave.

Just then, Violet came out of nowhere and met Leanna's eyes. She glared at Leanna before turning

away. It was simply the most annoying birthday she had ever had. Not only did she encounter many

obnoxious people, but she was also yelled at by her father for the first time. Unfortunately, her misery

didn't end there.

She was about to look for a friend to give Leanna a good scolding when she was suddenly grabbed by

the wrist by a woman. "Violet? You're Violet, aren't you?"

Violet wanted to shake her away, but the woman grabbed her tightly with a terrifying strength. "Who are

you? A lunatic?" she roared.

The woman was teary-eyed as she looked at her. "Violet, I'm your mother! I'm finally here to see you,

my daughter!"

Violet thought the woman in front of her had gone insane, so she pushed her away with all her might

and thundered, "Who is this lunatic? Don't go around calling me your daughter! Can't you look in the

mirror first?"

In fact, before the woman grabbed her by the arm, the nosy crowd had gathered around once again.

Violet was furious as she yelled, "Excuse me! Security?! Where are you, people? How could you allow

this crazy woman in? Drag her out right now!"

The woman looked at her with tears in her eyes. "Violet, I'm really your mother. You have a red

birthmark the size of a fingernail on your back. Is that right? And there are two moles on your right foot.

If you don't believe me, I have evidence..."

Hearing the mention of a birthmark on her back, Violet felt like she was numb. Before she could think

about it, she pushed her away. "Shut up! What nonsense are you talking about?! I don't have a

birthmark or a mole. Now get out of my way!"

After being pushed away, the woman fell to the ground and knocked down the wine glasses on the

table, causing them to shatter all over the floor. Big, fat tears started rolling down her face as she sat on

the ground.

Just then, Owen rushed over and asked, "What's wrong again…"

The moment he saw the woman, he was entirely stunned. "Wonda?" After calling out her name, he

suddenly realized what setting they were in. Knocking himself out of the daze, he quickly hinted at his

subordinates to settle the mess.

Soon, the woman stood up, supported by the guards. However, when she was taken away, she kept

turning around and yelling reluctantly, "I'm your mother, Violet…"

Everyone thought it was a prank earlier, but they suddenly believed she was telling the truth after Owen

showed up and called out her name.

When the woman left, everyone was baffled. All of them gazed at Violet meaningfully. Anyway, she

wasn't a fool. She could read their minds from their gazes, so she scolded, "What are you looking at?!

Do you actually believe a lunatic's words?! Look at how her appearance! She looks ugly and poor! How

could she be my mother? She must've escaped from a slum or something. She—"

Her father gave her a good slap before she could even finish her sentence. Widening her eyes, she

exclaimed in disbelief, "Did you just slap me?"

"Shut up!" Owen roared.

"I don't want to! Am I wrong? She's just a lunatic because my mom already died long ago!"