My Trillion-Dollar Assets is Exposed by My Wife’s Bragging!

Chapter 106: Do You Know What It Feels Like to Lose Everything?

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The woman asked him, “Are you Yigol Novak?”

Yigol Novak, puzzled, nodded, “Yes, that’s me, but I don’t recognize you.”

“As long as you’re Yigol Novak, it’s okay whether you know me or not. It’s enough that I know you. I’ve finally found you.” After confirming Yigol’s identity, the hatred in the woman’s eyes deepened.

Yigol was even more perplexed. “Ms, who are you?”

“I am Bob Presley’s mother. My name is Heather Leich.” The woman introduced herself.

Yigol was startled, and finally understood why the woman’s attitude was so strange.

“Yigol Novak, shall we talk?” Heather Leich broke the silence.

Yigol Novak felt a sense of dread from the woman. He scrutinized Heather Leich once again.

He began to understand why the woman was so haggard. Suddenly losing her husband and son was a heavy blow to her. In her gaze, nothing but hatred remained.

It was as if she had lost all hope in the world.

Indeed, with neither husband nor son, where could she find the strength to go

Yigol Novak was speechless. This woman must be blaming all of Bob Presley’s death on him. The hatred in her eyes reminded him of when Bob wanted to run him over, their expressions were identical.

For a woman, her husband and children are her life. Heather Leich came looking for him with such a deep-seated hatred. It’s obvious that resolving the situation today won’t be easy.

He came to Missing on a whim, without informing anyone beforehand.

As soon as he made an appearance, Heather Leich rushed out. It seemed she had been waiting for him all along.

As Yigol Novak pondered over the complex relationships involved, he didn’t respond immediately to Heather Leich’s words. Heather then asked again, “Yigol Novak, shall we talk?”

“Alright, come with me.” Yigol nodded. Such problems couldn’t be avoided.

He was relieved that it was him Heather was looking for, and not Suri Drew.

Yigol led Heather to his car, to which Heather raised no objections.

Mainly because he didn’t feel safe going anywhere else.

Who knew if she had a trick up her sleeve for him.

Once they were in the car, with Heather in the passenger seat, she asked calmly: ‘Yigol Novak, do you understand what it feels like to lose everything?”

Her words were calm, but they sent a chill down Yigol’s spine.

Yigol directly asked, “What do you want?”

Walking to the car, he thought about whether he should explain the situation to her, to give her some clarity. He soon dismissed the thought as redundant.

Heather had determined that her husband and son’s deaths were connected to Yigol Novak. She had already thoroughly ingrained this belief in her heart.

If it was any other matter, perhaps reasoning could help. But a woman, who lost both her husband and child, how could you reason with her?

Should he persuade her to accept it?

Yigol Novak couldn’t do that. It was unrealistic.

All he needed to know was Heather’s purpose.

Heather took a moment before beginning. “Let me tell you a story.”

“Once there was a girl. She owned a supermarket near a military zone. A man would come into her supermarket every now and then to buy things. One peculiar thing about this man was that instead of leaving after his purchase, he would stay and sit for a while, not doing anything, only watching the girl from

afar.”

“Eventually, the girl learned that the man liked her. Over time, they got to talk and the man confessed his feelings for her.”

“The man wasn’t much of a talker, but the girl was always buzzing with energy, never running out of things to say, always making the man chuckle. And so they became a couple.”

“Because of the man’s occupation, they couldn’t see each other often. The girl wanted to marry the man, but he refused. Because he rarely had time to spend at home, he didn’t want to impose loneliness on the girl. He said this would only wear out their love.”

“If they still loved each other when he left the military, they would marry.”

“The girl took his words to heart and didn’t bring up marriage again. After waiting for six years, they eventually married.”

“Their love story was known to their parents who approved of the match. They even handed their supermarket over to the young couple.”

“Both of them were hard workers, their business flourished, and they began to expand it bit by bit. By chance, the girl learned that the man had a promising future ahead of him, but he had given it up to be with her.”

“Upon learning this, the girl’s love for the man deepened. Soon, they had a child, and their business bloomed even more.”

“The family lived a happy life together. The man was hardworking; in their many years of marriage, he had never spoken a harsh word to his wife or allowed her to do any heavy work.”

“Soon, their child grew into adulthood and graduated from college. Perhaps because the child had always lived a sheltered life, he did not show outstanding talents. But as long as he was healthy, the couple was satisfied.”

“As their son grew older, reaching the age of marriage, but he was fond of enjoying life and despite their urging, he didn’t even bring a girlfriend home. The couple thought since their son loved to play, they would let him. They thought when he was old enough, he would marry an ordinary girl.”

“They thought they could work harder now, strive more for their son so that even if they were no longer around, their son would be secure.”

“But unexpectedly, one day, a catastrophic event befell their family. The man and the son both died, leaving behind a solitary woman.”

At this point, Heather Leich, with her sorrowful gaze turned to Yigol Novak,

“Do you know what that woman feels like when she loses everything?”

Yigol shook his head. “No, I cannot fathom that. Everyone’s feelings are their own, only they can truly understand. I naturally wouldn’t be able to understand another’s feelings.”

Heather Leich continued, “When the woman received the news and saw the video of the incident, she learned that her son had fancied a girl who was already married and didn’t reciprocate his feelings. In a fit of rage, her son wanted to run over the girl and her husband with a car.”

“Her husband was at the scene and was trying to prevent their son from doing such an extremist act. Instead, he was hit by their son who had lost his sense over the situation and died, with the son also meeting the same fate..”