The movements of the two people did not escape the pair of eyes in the corner. Johnson stayed there like a defeated cock. He would never let the Song Group, which he had worked hard for, fall down, nor let himself to lose everything.
After leaving the coffee shop, Leila finally saw what kind of person Johnson was today. She still couldn't believe that he was her father. He even wanted her to help him with her mother's belongings. She sneered. She had witnessed how he treated her mother and herself.
Walking on the street dejectedly, she found that she didn't have a place to go. The only person she could rely on was Max.
After finishing his work in the morning, Max was worried about Leila, so he went to the planning department. He heard the people saying that Leila went out after receiving a phone call and hadn't returned yet. He nervously called her, but no one answered. The man hurried into the elevator.
Max drove around the street to look for her. He really didn't know what was wrong with this woman. There were some things that he could solve, but considering a lot of things, he didn't use his usual tough style. He didn't expect that she would misunderstand him.
After searching for a long time, he finally saw Leila whose face was half red. The cold wind blew over her face, and her hair fell on her forehead, making her not as energetic as usual, but pitiful. As she walked aimlessly with the crowd, Max stepped forward and pulled her into his arms. Leila was shocked, and when she realized it, her cheeks had been held by Max's warm palm.
Her face was still burning. Facing the inquiring eyes of Max, she lowered her head instinctively, but her eyes turned red because of the sudden warmth. She leaned on the man's shoulder and cried unscrupulously. Max frowned slightly. It seemed that Leila must have experienced something, and she was very fragile now.
He held her into the car and turned on the heat. With his big hand around her neck, he looked domineering but warm enough. "Leila, what's wrong?"
Leila sniffed. Although she had already known the result of these things, she didn't think the result would be so bad because of her feelings to mother and grandfather. It was not the first time that Johnson had laid hands on them.
Max raised her chin and stared at the palm print on her cheek. Leila couldn't lie. Her face had explained everything. At the same time, there was a little joy in her eyes. She came to him with the brocade box and told him that it was her mother's belongings, and Johnson had returned it to her.
Max couldn't help frowning. This woman had met Johnson, and Johnson had returned Lillian's things so readily. He even had a dispute with Leila. It seemed that things were not that simple.
"You are too stubborn. At this point, it's nice that we don't affix his responsibility. How dare he take the initiative to attack!"
Leila didn't even need to finish h
didn't know whether he did it on purpose or really not knowing. She looked at him inquisitively, "You really don't know? Then I'll go to the hospital to pay him a visit! "
Max wanted to stop Leila, but she had left quickly. He shook his head helplessly. This woman was more stubborn than any other women, but more kind-hearted than any women.
Leila knew which hospital Finn was in. She took a taxi there. In her opinion, there were just some misunderstandings between them. Although Finn was arrogant, Leila still didn't want others to have a grudge against Max!
When the car arrived at the hospital, Leila didn't go to the ward where Finn was. After knowing his situation, she put down some money and told the nurses to take good care of him.
Finn didn't hurt much, he only needed to rest for a period of time. Leila was finally relieved. She turned around and left.
When she was walking in the corridor of the hospital, a familiar voice suddenly raised behind her. She turned around and saw Veron standing in the corridor. The man's face was not very good. Leila smiled awkwardly at him. Astrid was also in this hospital, but she felt that there was no need to visit her. Her appearance would only make Astrid unhappier.
"How is your wife? Your child... "
"Leila, can we take a walk?" Veron's tone was full of helplessness. Since Astrid lived here, they had been quarreling every day, which was different from what they had imagined. Since Astrid got married, she had become irritable, totally different from the obedient women before. Especially, she set a lot of restrictions on Veron's life. Veron had already had enough of it.
The two sat down on the bench in the yard of the hospital. Veron said in a low voice with a faint sadness on his face, "Astrid has changed. She even use our child to frame you."
Veron looked at the distance sadly. His eyes were unfocused, and his tone was full of helplessness. He looked haggard.