Chapter 900 A “Sincere” Apology
Margaret fell silent in thought once she heard what Lyra said. Her brows furrowed as she pondered just how much of what Lyra had told her could be trusted.
Everyone knew that Alexander was generous toward his woman. If Anastasia did in fact owe someone money, he would not stand idly by. Why would the Whites have to be responsible for the debt?
After noticing Margaret’s lack of reaction, Lyra grabbed Edmond’s pants and pleaded through her tears, “Edmond, I know you like Adelpha. I’ll let her marry you, so can you take us in? You won’t have to spend a lot of money on us. You can just give us three meals a day. Actually, just two meals are enough. Just give us two meals a day. We’ll work too!”
Edmond kicked off her hands in disgust. “What are you blabbering, you crazy woman? Get your hands off me! You’d never be able to pay me back if you ruined my bespoke suit!”
Overwhelmed with despair, Lyra wiped her tears and wailed, “Why is my life so hard?”
Just then, Margaret cast aside all traces of her prior aloofness as she bent down and gently helped Lyra up. “Don’t cry, Mrs. White. I’ll buy you some food and find you a place to stay.”
“What’s wrong with you? We still have an appointment with an investor!” Edmond tapped his watch impatiently to remind Margaret that they didn’t have much time left.
“They’re not going to invest in us anyway. It doesn’t matter if we skip the meeting.” Margaret gave him a look that hinted he should go along with her. “Come on! Hurry up and give me a hand!”
Edmond couldn’t argue with her, but he couldn’t bring himself to touch Lyra either, so his only choice was to trudge along begrudgingly behind Margaret.
It took them one hour to settle Lyra’s needs, and once they left the hotel, Edmond started ranting at Margaret. “I have no idea what’s going on inside your head. We can’t even take care of ourselves right now, so why are you getting involved in the sh*tty business with the Whites?”
“I have my reasons, of course.” Margaret finally explained what she had been mulling over. “Anastasia White could very well be the next Mrs. Griffith. Do you think that anyone would force the Whites into such a predicament without Alexander’s permission?”
“You’re right. Does that mean it’s Anastasia herself who’s doing this to the Whites?” Edmond began to shake a little. “Does that mean that she’s also the reason why we’ve hit a roadblock in our project?”
Margaret nodded. “I thought everything was settled after Alexander humiliated me at the television station a while back, but from the looks of it now, they won’t stop until they’ve ruined us.”
“We’re doomed if we try to stand against Alexander! Why are we still breaking our backs over this? We should apologize to Anastasia right away and beg her to forgive us!” Edmond was willing to admit he was a wuss. He didn’t want to end up in the same state as Lyra.
“We’ll do as you say. Let’s apologize and admit our mistakes,” Margaret said in a rare show of solidarity.
“Hurry up then! What are we waiting for?” Edmond didn’t want to waste a single second.
However, Margaret glanced at him and her cold eyes flashed menacingly. “Anastasia won’t bother to listen to us if we just go over like that.”
“Then tell me what you think we should do. I’ll do whatever you say.” Edmond looked dead serious. He had full faith in her intelligence and was certain that they could brave this storm just like they always had in the past.
Margaret’s expression shifted slightly. She started surveying him with a look of icy indifference.
Edmond felt a shiver down his spine. Just as he averted his eyes to avoid her gaze, she suddenly dashed behind him and shoved him onto the street.
As a result, his left foot was run over by a cab before he could even register what was happening.
“Arghhhhh!”
Edmond howled in agony as he held his leg. “I’m dying! Help! Call an ambulance!”
“Can you still bear the pain?” Margaret crouched down and calmly checked his injury.
“F*cking hell! I’m warning you, Margaret. If I lose my leg because of this, I won’t stop until I make you pay!” Edmond bellowed at the top of his lungs. He couldn’t be bothered to maintain his image in public.
“Go ahead and take it out on me. At the very least, we can prove our sincerity now.”
An hour later, Margaret helped Edmond into Alexander’s villa.
Alexander, who had only injured his leg earlier, now had a cast on both his left arm and left leg, as well as gauze wrapped around his forehead with blood oozing through the bandage still.
A few moments later, Alexander came downstairs with Elise and they both sat down on the couch.
“I heard you were doing whatever you could to see me. Well, I’m here now, so spit it out.” Elise’s expression was uninviting. She had no patience for them.
Margaret and Edmond exchanged a look before steeling themselves and kneeling down on the ground.
“Anastasia, we came here today to apologize to you.”
“I was selfish. I stole your pen name and your writing. I’ve brought all the evidence that proves you’re the true owner and I’m returning everything to you now.”
“I’m sorry. Although it’s taken me very long to apologize, I really hope that you can forgive me.”
Having said that, Margaret took a leather folder out of her bag and pushed it forward.
Elise glanced at the folder but her expression didn’t change. It was hard to tell what she was thinking.
Margaret kept her head low for a while. Seeing that Elise wasn’t showing any response, she tugged on Edmond’s shirt to get him to speak up as well.
Edmond knocked his head on the ground. “Anastasia, I mistreated you in the past. I fooled around and cheated on you. I shouldn’t have listened to Adelpha and gotten tricked by her instigation to destroy your reputation and harm your life. From now on, I’ll reflect upon myself and spend my entire life making it up to you. I just hope that you’ll forget about the past and continue having a happy life.”
Elise remained distant and unmoved.
Margaret quickly jumped in. “As they say, someone who knows how to repent is far more valuable than gold, right? After everything we’ve been through, we really have changed for the better. Anastasia, did you know that Edmond regretted hurting you so much that he jumped off a building? He wanted to atone for his mistakes by taking his life. Even though he didn’t die, he truly wishes to make it up to you.”
Alexander cocked his eyebrows in amusement. “That sincere, huh? Which floor did he jump off from? How did he get so lucky to survive with just a broken leg?”
“I wanted to die too but a tree cushioned my fall. I took it as a sign that fate wants me to stay alive and spend the rest of my life making it up to Anastasia instead,” Edmond declared as he pretended to be speaking straight from the heart.
“That’s what I want to say too. Anastasia, we’ll spend the rest of our lives making you happy. We won’t do anything else but that. Can you give us a chance, please?” Margaret looked absolutely sincere as well.
“You don’t need to spend the rest of your life on that. You have a chance in front of you now,” Alexander said. “Anastasia owes me money. She still owes me tens of millions even after the amount the Whites have paid back. Since you feel so regretful now, you can take over the debt and take the burden off the Whites’ shoulders.”
“Alright,” Margaret agreed without any hesitation.
If Alexander were to deal with them behind their backs, they might end up on their deathbeds not knowing how it even happened. In comparison to that, it was far better to owe him money in exchange for their lives.
However, Edmond was far less receptive to that idea.
He came here to apologize so that he could save his company. He had broken his leg and kneeled in front of them, yet he was being asked to turn over all of his wealth and fortune to repay Anastasia’s debt. Isn’t that the same as losing everything?
“If you want to repay her debt for her, you can do it alone! Don’t count me in!”
