Obsessed CEO Throws Himself at Me Chapter 308
Peering through the windows, Arielle saw Malorie Thisdaleâs wrinkled face illuminated by a single yellow
lightbulb. Her expression was exceedingly pitiful as she pleaded, âPlease, Iâm just an old woman. Iâm
begging you to please let me go. I swear if I had any money at all, I would have given some to you all!â
A shabbily dressed man stood before her. Arielle caught sight of multiple patches on his trousers with
her sharp vision.
Beside him stood a little boy who looked about ten years old. Clad in similarly ragged and filthy clothes,
he gazed at the adults with big, bright eyes.
The man sighed wearily. âI donât mean to force you either, Mrs. Southall, but weâre really at our witsâ end!
Itâs the rainy season now, and once the rain pours, my house turns into a lake! Itâs completely
uninhabitable!â
Hearing that, Malorie fished around in her pocket and retrieved some cash. She handed it to him, stating,
âHereâs two hundred. Itâs all I have on me now. Take it and fix your roof. Now, please leave. At least let
me have a momentâs peace before I attend my granddaughterâs funeral tomorrow!â
A blush quickly spread across the manâs cheeks when he heard those words. Embarrassed, he quickly
tugged at the boyâs hand and left the house.
They walked out of the front door only to see Henrick and Arielle standing outside.
âHenrick?â The manâs eyes lit up at once as if he had just found a glimmer of hope.
Inwardly cursing himself for his untimely appearance, Henrick cleared his throat and put on a sorrowful
expression.
âHello, Dileon. Itâs been a while,â he greeted the man, deliberately dabbing at the corner of his eye as
though he was drying his tears.
Seeing him so devastated, the man, Dileon Lowe, could only swallow the rest of his words.
Patting Henrick on the shoulder, he said instead, âMy condolences, Henrick.â
Henrick gave him a slight nod. âGive me some time. Once Shandieâs burial is over and the coal mineâs
business picks up, Iâll definitely look into renovating your houses. Youâve all been working with me for
years. I promise I wonât let you suffer like this for long.â
âDonât worry about this for the moment. Just carry on with the funeral first. Iâll pass on your words to the
others.â
âThanks, Dileon.â Henrick stretched out his arms and gave the man a hug. Then he bent down toward
the little boy. âHey, itâs Teddy, isnât it? Do you remember who I am??
The little boy, Teddy Lowe, gazed at him innocently with his large round eyes. âOld Mrs. Southall just said
she doesnât have any money. Arenât you living in Jadeborough, Mr. Southall? Do you not have any
money as well? I havenât been to school for two years nowâ¦
An awkward expression immediately spread across Henrickâs face. He was just about to answer the child
when Dileon hurriedly slapped his hand over Teddyâs mouth and apologized, âIâm terribly sorry, Henrick.
He didnât mean it. Weâll make a move first. You go ahead and catch up with your mother.â
With that, he hastily turned and left, holding Teddyâs hand in his.
Arielleâs gaze happened to fall upon Teddyâs hands that were entirely covered with coal ash. Even his
fingernails had been stained black. Clearly, he had been spending his days working in the coal mines
with Dileon.
In that instant, everything became clear to her.
Henrick was brutally exploiting the villagers.
Not only had they ended up so poor that they were forced to live in broken-down homes, but they could
not even afford to send their children to school.
She could not believe this level of poverty still existed in this day and age.
Suddenly, it also made sense to her why Henrick had chosen to drive the cheapest Volkswagen in his
garage
to this place. That car barely cost one hundred thousand, and he hardly ever drove it in Jadeborough.
As this thought crossed her mind, Arielle instantly felt rage firing up in her heart.
This man never ceases to surprise me with how disgusting human nature can possibly get!
Seething with rage, she was suddenly struck with an idea â one that was enough to take down the
Southalls.