I'm Sorry My Love Novel

Chapter 641 How Did You Recognize Him?

Leanna sat in the car as her ears were filled with the sounds of rain falling outside.

Waylen continued to speak over the phone.

There was a woman Joseph had been dating for years. They should have gotten married ages ago, but the Woodley

Family was unhappy about her family background. Thus, they kept trying to break the couple up.

Joseph had always been insistent that he would marry no one but her.

For some odd reason, just as the Woodleys were about to give in, he broke up with that woman.

Soon, they heard that the woman died in a car crash.

After that, Joseph vanished from the family.

Charles kept telling everyone that Joseph had died in the same accident his ex-girlfriend died in.

Not long after that happened, Charles and Joseph's father, Charlotte's grandfather, fell gravely ill. He clung to life

for about half a year before passing away.

There was a rumor among the Woodley Family that the woman had only dated Joseph because she was after the

power and fame that came with being part of the Woodleys. When she did not get what she wanted from him, she

dumped him and moved on to her next target.

Joseph had been so furious that he arranged for the car accident to kill her. After that, he felt too ashamed to stay

in the family, so he secretly left Jamesdon.

The Woodley Family only claimed he was dead to avoid being criticized by outsiders.

"While that's what they say, I don't think the information is reliable," Waylen concluded.

"Why?" Leanna asked.

In the family, Grandpa Philip is someone whose authority is second only to the family head, he explained. "Even

though Kian was the family head back then, Charles and Joseph's positions were also quite high in the hierarchy. If

that woman had only dated Joseph because of power, she would not have found a better candidate than him."

"Didn't you say that the family had always disapproved of their relationship for years?" she asked.

"Yes. Joseph's father was about to give in and give his approval though, so why would they break up then? That

doesn't make any sense."

Leanna silently sat there with her phone held up to her ear. Deep down, she agreed with him.

Something about the entire situation seemed off.

"I've asked Lachlan about this," he continued. "This is probably one of the secrets of the family. With Grandpa Philip

suppressing the issue and Kian helping to keep this a secret, no one said a word about the matter. Only the people

involved would likely know exactly what happened."

"Lachlan doesn't know either?" she asked.

"That's right. The older generation has been keeping this a secret. It also happened a long time ago, which makes it

harder to investigate. Don't worry though. I'll let you know as soon as I find out anything new."

She nodded. "Okay."

After hanging up, she put down her phone.

Zoe, who was sitting next to her, could not resist tutting. "Big families are just not the same. Anything messy,

complicated, and dramatic could happen with them."

There was nothing Leanna could say to refute that, so she started the car and drove off.

It was raining harder when she pulled into the parking lot of the apartment.

After exiting the elevator, Leanna said to Zoe, "Go rest up. I'll check in on Charlotte."

"Sure. Call me if anything happens."

Leanna rang the doorbell to the apartment across the corridor. After a few minutes, Charlotte answered the door

while still rubbing her eyes.

She had been sleeping ever since returning home.

If Leanna had not rung the bell, she could have slept until the next day.

"Hi, Leanna," Charlotte greeted while yawning.

"Have you had dinner yet?" Leanna asked.

"No," Charlotte replied, leaning against the door.

"Come over. What would you like?"

Charlotte immediately snapped to life and eagerly followed Leanna back to her apartment.

Leanna opened the fridge and decided to make grilled ribs, Charlotte's favorite.

The moment the kitchen was filled with the scent of ribs cooking, Charlotte moved to stand at the kitchen doorway.

During dinner, Charlotte tentatively asked between tiny bites of ribs, "Leanna, can I ask you something?"

"Go on," Leanna answered with a nod.

"D-Do you dislike Uncle Joseph?"

Charlotte might be oblivious and airheaded at times, and she would never have thought about this in the past, but

she was still a rather sensitive individual. After returning home, she spent the entire time in bed pondering Leanna's

reaction and how Leanna usually treated other people. From that difference, she could tell that Leanna did not like

Joseph.

"I don't dislike him. I just don't know him," Leanna replied. "I only met him today. However, you're not wrong. I don't

have a lot of fondness for the Woodleys."

Charlotte's face fell. "Huh?"

Leanna chuckled. "I don't mean you. If I don't like you, I wouldn't have cooked for you."

Realizing Leanna's words made sense, Charlotte returned to her food.

When she was nearly done, Leanna spoke up, "Charlotte."

"What is it?" Charlotte asked, looking up.

"Do you know a lot about Uncle Joseph?"

"Well... I have almost forgotten what he looked like. We don't have any photos of him at home, so I only vaguely

remember him."

"How did you recognize him today?"

"Uncle Joseph recognized who I was first," Charlotte answered. "If he had not mentioned the situation at home, my

father, and Grandpa Philip, I would have thought he was a liar."

She then exclaimed, "I haven't even told Dad about this yet. He would be ecstatic to know about it!"

Leanna stood up and cleared the table. "I'll check on your injuries later. You should sleep well tonight."

Charlotte hurriedly stood up and snatched the plates and cutleries from Leanna's hands. "Let me do it. I can't just

sit by and do nothing after eating your food."

Seeing that, Leanna allowed Charlotte to do as she pleased while Leanna headed to the living room to grab the first

aid kit from the coffee table.

Loud clangs and crashes could be heard coming from within the kitchen, but Leanna remained calm as she was

used to it.

Later that evening, Leanna was in bed and listening to the rain. She glanced at the time on her phone.

It was almost 1.00AM. Would Aidan be coming home tonight?

After thinking about it, she decided to call him.

Her call was only answered when the phone was about to stop ringing.

The person who answered was Jonathan.

"Mr. Pearson is currently in a meeting with a few of the executives of the branch offices, Mrs. Pearson," he said.

When she heard that, she paused for a moment before asking in confusion, "Why is he in a meeting with them? It's

not the end of the year."

While the branch office executives would occasionally report to the head office, they would essentially only gather

for a meeting at the end of the year for the yearly recap.

It was July, so why were they there so early?

There was a moment of silence before Jonathan eventually said, "Mrs. Pearson, Mr. Pearson..."

She held her breath. "What about him?"

Before he could answer, there was a series of noises on the other end before a few seconds of silence. Then, she

heard Aidan's calm voice say over the phone, "I'm fine. Are you still awake?"

"Yes... It's raining hard outside. I wanted to ask if you'll be coming back."

"I'm still in a meeting, and I don't know when it'll end. It's likely I won't be going home tonight. Go to bed." He then

continued in a soft voice, "Good night."