Begging For A Reconciliation

Chapter 64

Leah’s head throbbed hard. She was in so much pain she almost forgot to breathe.

She could not stand up. Crawling on the ground, her long hair fell all over Randall’s tomb. She lifted her head and saw Randall’s photo.

The man in the photo wore glasses. He was smiling gently.

It hurts…

Leah’s head continued to throb. Her vision went blurry from the pain.

She vaguely remembered she fell into the water when she was twelve years old.

However, she could not remember what happened after that.

Charlie told her she had lost some memories because of the shock.

Did those lost memories coincide with what Shyanne was telling her? Did she really cause Han’s father’s death?

Every word Shyanne said through gritted teeth was like a knife that cut deeply into Leah’s heart.

“Do you think my brother really loves you? Think about it for yourself. You are as unremarkable as a woman could get. How could my brother fall for you? He wants revenge, Leah Murray! We want you to suffer a fate worse than death!”

Leah covered her ears and screamed hoarsely, “Stop… please stop…”

“Why? Are you afraid to face the truth? I thought murderers are all cold-blooded. I didn’t expect you to be afraid!”

Shyanne walked up to her and pulled her hair upward. Leah had no choice but to lift her head.

“Look closely! That’s the man! He’s the person you killed! He is my father, and he is Han’s father!”

Leah struggled to breathe.

She finally understood why Han hated her so much. Even so, he married her but ignored her.

That was… his way of taking revenge on her.

He had never loved her.

Tears fell from Leah’s eyes, mixing with the rainwater and falling onto the tombstone.

She closed her eyes in agony.

“Repent!” Shyanne screamed.

She grabbed Leah’s head and slammed it heavily onto the tombstone.

Twice. Thrice. Blood gushed freely from Leah’s forehead.

“Repent!” Shyanne continued. “Then, you can finally… go to hell!”

…

Meanwhile, Han drove Molly to the hospital for a checkup.

Molly stole glances at Han bashfully. She tried to strike up a conversation to get closer to him.

It was rare that Han was so patient with her.

While waiting for the results, Molly walked up to Han and said, “Han.”

“Hm?” Han raised his eyebrows.

Molly tried to find a conversation topic when a sudden thought came to her. “Right, do you know that Sarah… is allergic to penicillin?”

Han did not know that Leah was allergic to penicillin. He thought Molly was being very random.

He frowned and asked, confused, “What about it?”

“Don’t you know?” Molly did not want to tell him directly that Sarah White was actually Leah Murray. She ventured, “Shyanne injected Sarah with penicillin, and Sarah fell on the floor in a few seconds. She can’t even stand up.”

Han’s eyes widened slightly. “What happened?”

Molly’s expression froze.

Wait, something’s not right. Does Han… not know about it? Didn’t Shyanne tell him before she acted?

Molly fell awkwardly silent.

Han grabbed her shoulders and asked her in a low voice. “What is going on?”

Somehow, he had a very bad feeling about this.

Molly was intimidated by his appearance. She could only tell him what happened earlier.

Han scowled even harder.

He gripped his fists tightly and squeezed some words through gritted teeth. “Where are they now?”

Molly pursed her lips.

“Speak!”

“They’re at… the graveyard…” Molly stammered.

When Han heard that, he turned around and left without looking back.

Molly wanted to follow him. However, a nurse called out from behind her, “Ms. Molly Lamere? Your results are ready.”

…

Leah’s face was covered in blood. Her vision was blurred, and she did not even have the strength to lift her head.

Shyanne pulled her hair and tossed her aside. She fell on the ground like a used rag.

“I’ve brought your killer to you, Father. She’s here to repent for what she’s done!” Shyanne mumbled to herself as she gazed at the photo of the man on the tombstone. “I’ll kill her now so she can repay what she did with her life!”

Shyanne began to walk toward Leah.

Leah was having a splitting headache. What happened ten years ago? Why can’t I remember anything?

“No, Annie, no,” Leah said weakly while looking at Shyanne. “Don’t…”

Shyanne walked up to Leah and lifted the dagger in her hand.

“Right now, you look like a dog,” Shyanne said impassively. “I don’t know why my brother didn’t kill you earlier, but it’ll all be over soon.”

She raised the dagger above her head, then brought it down without giving it a second thought.

“Ahh!”

Leah summoned the last of her strength to roll backward. The tip of the dagger drew a line across her calf. Blood flowed out instantly.

“How dare you dodge!” Shyanne bellowed and prepared to strike again.

Screech! The sound of brakes was heard in the distance.

Shyanne instinctively turned her head and saw a black sedan stopping at the edge of the graveyard. A black umbrella appeared from the door, and a person quickly came out.

“Han?” Shyanne yelled.

Why is Han here? Leah thought, trembling.

If she was really the person who caused his father’s death, how was she going to face him?

She heard the sound of leather shoes stepping on marble. Then, it was Han’s cold voice, “What are you doing, Shyanne?”

He frowned as he looked at Leah sprawled on the ground covered in blood.

“You’re here, Han.” Shyanne was unexpectedly calm. “Today, I will avenge Father.”

Han’s expression froze. He tilted the umbrella slightly backward, and raindrops fell on his leather shoes. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

“What do you mean?”

Leah’s entire body was trembling. She shouted hoarsely, hoping to stop Shyanne, “No, don’t tell him!”

Shyanne smirked mockingly and said, “You’re too merciful, Han. Don’t you know? This woman deceived you once again. She’s not Sarah White.”

“Don’t…”

“She is…”

“Please don’t tell him, I beg you…”

“… Leah Murray,” Shyanne cruelly spat out those two words.

Leah slumped on the ground.

A hint of shock flashed past Han’s face. He reflexively lowered his head to look at Leah.