Begging For A Reconciliation

At the time, a caracal-color-looking in Molly’s face scolded the nanny in a fury. “Who allows you to bring

him up here?”

“Charlotte is crying for mommy, and I failed to coax her.” The nanny had Charlotte tight in her arms, not

allowing him to go down.

Subsequently, The nanny lowered her head to the ground as she dared to meet Molly’s eye.

Molly, an uneasy-goer usually, was hard to be attended to. She grew harsher when frustrated that she

would scold, beat up, or even kick her out of the Ford family.

“I’m sorry, Madam. I’ll bring Charlotte out.” The nanny apologized in a shaky voice, not before Molly

started to speak.

At this time, Molly seemed to calm down and said, "Put her down."

Charlotte stood at the door, her hand held tremblingly to the doorframe. Molly patiently approached the

door, leaned down, and hugged her.

“Charlotte, are you afraid of mommy?”

In the past, Molly would suppress her feelings in front of her child. But it was no longer the case since

Leah had returned. She was uncontrollable in emotion when her temper was under challenge.

“Mommy loves Charlotte the most, so mommy will not hurt you, and Charlotte, please don’t be afraid of

mommy.” Molly wiped off the tears on Charlotte’s face with a soft-spoken voice.

Charlotte didn’t understand what Molly had explained, but her soft voice could have soothed her so that

she sniffed with a nod and hugged Molly’s neck at the end.

“Get off now.” Molly moved her stare to the nanny furiously.

“Charlotte, do you miss daddy? Do you want to give daddy a phone call?” Molly embraced Charlotte

and put her sitting on the couch.

The gloom in her seemed to fade when Han’s name was mentioned. She smiled and said eagerly,

"Yes."

Molly took out the cell phone and dialed Han's number with her mischievous look.

At that moment, Han was in the middle of a meeting. The solemn atmosphere in the conference room

was disturbed by the childish-ringing sound, programmed for Charlotte’s use exclusively.

The manager who reported in the meeting had put a pause, as he doubted to proceed while giving an

ambiguous stare at Han.

“Proceed.” Han tapped the receive button while the manager continued with the reporting.

“What happened, Charlotte?”

The people in the conference room were dazed by Han’s overly soft and gentle voice.

Upon seeing this, Ben made a few coughs in sending the reminder to the rest for not segued into Han’s

affairs.

“I missed you, daddy. Do you free to have dinner with me tonight?” Baby-sounded voice across the

phone.

Han paused for a moment as Leah flashed into his mind. “We shall have it tomorrow night.”

The words reached Molly. She frowned and snatched the phone from Charlotte’s grip. “Han, our girl

missed you. Couldn’t you spare your time for dinner with her?”

Han didn’t fond of social engagements, nor did he like clubbing. Molly could think of no other reason

why he did not return except that he was involuntary.

It followed Molly’s inquiry as she couldn’t subdue her unjustified feeling, “Are you busy at work in the

office, or you’re not volunteering to come back?”

Han was clutching his phone while leaving the conference room. He stood at the front of the window,

lowered his stare under the building, and said frostily, “Molly Lamere, you have my warning.”

Jackson Lamere was no longer available, and Molly could be ousted from the Ford family’s mansion

anytime. She could still stay there because she was Charlotte’s mother, but it was not the core reason

she might stir the uproar.

“Han, did I say anything wrong?” Molly asked with a choked throat.

“Mommy, please don’t quarrel with daddy.” Charlotte raised her head and pulled the edge of Molly’s

clothes.

Upon hearing Charlotte’s voice, Han knitted his brows and said, “Charlotte, daddy is waiting for you.”

Han had coaxed her and promised to see her tomorrow before he hung up.

When the meeting was over, Han and Ben took the elevator upstairs while Ben was reporting the

minutes of the meeting.

Then, Han ordered, “Buy some girl’s favorite toys and send them over to the Ford residence.”

“Sure, Mr. Howard.”

In the washroom.

“Do you think Ms. White knew that Mr. Howard had a wife and a daughter?”

“I suppose Mr. Howard was looking for someone young and fresh.”

“Don’t you hear how patiently Mr. Howard had his daughter coaxed just now?”

“Ms. White surely screw up to get close to Mr. Howard by giving her body.”

A fragment of the conversation reached Leah in the room next to the washroom. She wiped the corner

of her lips and pushed the door. She walked toward the basin in her emotionless face and washed her

hands in the utmost elegant manner.

She tilted her head and glared at the female colleagues, who were startled, twisted her brows with a

smile, and asked, “Why don’t you continue with the discussion?”

The female colleague at the front was embarrassed in her expression and appeared to be as if she had

a great shock.

Leah proceeded to tell them, “You had made a mistake anyway. I don’t give out my body.”

The two female colleagues were staring into each other, and then they left the washroom in a split

second.

After this, Leah curled her mouth and touched her belly, which still wasn’t shown up in the early

trimester, or else that would be another gossip.

By the time Leah returned to the office room, Han was back in the office after the meeting.