Coming out of the Brennan group and walking to the side of the road, I sat on the curb with some soft legs.
I finally succeeded in fighting back the old man. Although I was happy in my heart, I was also afraid that what he said was also true.
A little while later, a pair of dark leather shoes appeared on the steps in front of me, and then a nice voice came, "Krista?"
I looked up and saw a familiar and strange face.
I stood up and was amazed. "Andrew?"
"It's really you. Just now I was wondering if I was mistaken and thought you were someone else. What's wrong with you and what are you doing there?"
I shook my head. "I'm fine, Andrew. When did you return home?"
"I have been back for more than a month. We haven't seen each other here for six years, have we?"
I thought about it and said, "Five and a half years, have you lived well all these years?"
"I'm fine, and you?"
I sipped my lips. "I'm fine, too."
"I heard from my family that you attend Aimee's death anniversary every year. Thank you for remembering that matter over the years."
I looked down and said with some guilt, "I don't know what else I can do for you."
"You have done enough. Our family has come out of the past pain. You should also let go of your baggage."
I looked at him and said sincerely, "Thank you."
Andrew patted me on the shoulder and looked at his watch. "Krista, let's have dinner together."
"Am I not going to bother you?"
"No."
I nodded and got into Andrew's car.
He drove me to a western restaurant.
When he ordered food, I stared at the man who gave me tolerance and help six years ago...
At that time, he was also one of the families of the victims of the Cross River Bridge, and his sister Aimee died in the accident, but he stood up and rescued my mother and me.
I will never forget that as a representative of the victims' families, he came to crusade against the victims and said forcefully, "Please be rational. It is not them who did wrong things. Even if everyone forces them to death, they can't change this ending."
It was he who, on behalf of the families of the victims, negotiated with the Brennan group and helped them get the maximum compensation.
If it weren't for him, I really don't know where things would have gone.
We didn't drink alcohol because he was driving.
After the waiter brought me a drink, I got up and poured him a drink.
I picked up my glass and said sincerely, "Andrew, thank you so much."
"Everything in the past has been turned over, so I won't mention it anymore. Tell me about you. What are you doing now?"
"After graduating from college, I worked as an assistant in a bridge engineering design institute for two years and just became a formal bridge designer this year."
"I am doing real estate. In my company, there are also many building designers and interior decoration designers, but the ratio of men to women is really a long story. Your job should be very hard for girls."
"No job is easy. This job is my dream."
"Dream?"
"Well," I nodded. "My idol is my father. Because I read his diaries and heard from him, my dream since I was a child is to become a bridge designer like my father when I grow up."
He nodded, but made no sound.
I thought about the Cross River Bridge and looked down and said, "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have mentioned this."
"You don't have to apologize, as a daughter, there is nothing wrong with treating her father as an idol, it's just... we have different positions on some things, so I can't make a good impression on your father."
After a moment of silence, I said, "Andrew, would you believe me if I said... the Cross River Bridge had nothing to do with my father?"
Andrew looked at me, his eyes calm, and he didn't respond to me.
I smiled bitterly. "I don't expect you to believe it, but I want to tell you that my father is an honest man and a responsible designer. The Cross River Bridge really has nothing to do with him. His design draft has been tampered with."
Andrew picks up his juice cup and takes a sip of it.
After a moment, he puts it down and raises his eyebrows. "I believe it."
"Did you believe me?"
"When I investigated the accounts of your family of three, you and your mother's accounts are very clean. Only your father's account has millions more, but all these millions were credited to his account after the incident. I thought... your father may have encountered some hidden rules in the industry, but no one can produce practical evidence to prove this. "
As soon as I grasped his hand excitedly, my voice was full of expectation. "Andrew, can you still find that account record?"
Andrew looked at me, his eyes were full of tenderness.
Cheney's POV
I'm getting married, so I asked my best friend out to share the news.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I entered the restaurant, I saw such a scene.
This woman seduced me under the night in the past.
At noon today, in order to marry me, I went to tell my grandparents.
It's only been a few hours, and she had already been pandering with other men.
It seemed that she completely ignored my warning, which was very good.
With a cold face, I turned and stepped out of the western restaurant.
Krista's POV
Andrew looked at me. "Do you need it?". He asked.
"Yes, I need it, I need it very much," I nodded urgently. "Andrew, in fact, I have found evidence to prove my father's innocence, but I am not sure who is behind it and made my father take the blame. If I take out this evidence rashly, since the other party can fake it six years ago, they can still hide from the evidence six years later. So, I have to find those who hurt my father, and only in this way can I rehabilitate my father. I tried to go to the bank to retrieve my father's bank card remittance record, but my father's card has been cancelled for more than two years. Without my father's ID card, the bank can't give me any information. I dare not ask the public security organization for assistance in this matter, because I am afraid that I will startle the snake. Therefore, if you still have the remittance certificate you investigated in that year, can you give me a copy?"
I clutched the palm of his hand tightly, and I was sweating.
"I'm not sure if this certificate is still there. I can go back and have a look. If it is still there, I will definitely give it to you."
"Thank you, really... Thank you so much."
"If you can prove your father's innocence, then you won't have to carry your baggage for the rest of your life." He looked at me. "So, if there is anything else I can help you with, just ask, and I will do my best to help you."
I stood up and bowed to him very solemnly.
"Krista, sit down. I feel a little uncomfortable when you are so polite to me."
I smiled and sat down.
Just as I picked up the cup and wanted to have a sip of juice, my cell phone rang in my bag.
I took out my cell phone and saw it was Cheney. I got up again and said to Andrew, "Andrew, I'll take the call."
Andrew smiled at me.
Turning and walking aside, I picked up my mobile phone and said, "Hello."
"Where are you?"
"Eating out."
"With whom?"
I wonder why he asked this "friend."
"A man?"
I hesitated. "What can I do for you?"
"Answer my question first, is it a boyfriend or a girlfriend who was eating with you?"
Hearing his angry voice, I struggled for a moment and then said, "Girlfriend."
"I don't know when the president of the Compton group became a woman."
My heart was nervous for a while, and my first reaction was that he was also in the restaurant.
I turned my head and looked around, but I couldn't find Cheney.
"Did you send someone to follow me?"
"Cut the crap and come out at once."
He finished and hung up the phone directly.
I thought to myself, it's over.
He just said today that I should not look at other men.
I did though, not only had a meal with another man, but also lied to him.
I went back to the table. "Andrew, I'm sorry, but I can't eat with you today. I'm in a hurry. I have to leave quickly."
"Then you can go first."
After saying my goodbye to him, I turned and ran out of the restaurant with my bag.
When I came to the restaurant door, I saw his car parked at the front door at a glance. He was sitting in the driver's seat, staring at me with cold eyes.
I breathed in my heart, opened the passenger seat door and got in the car.
Cheney looked at me, lips cold, and pulling up a wipe of evil radian.
I slowly raised my hand and grabbed my ear.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to lie. I was afraid you would be angry if you knew I ate with a man."
"Krista, don't talk to me. If you really know you're sorry, you won't do anything that makes me angry."
He said, backed up and left the restaurant door.
Along the way, he didn't say a word. And the speed of the car was very fast.
I squeezed my bag belt nervously.
I wanted to speak, but I just said two words, he coldly replied, "I don't want to listen to you now."
He drove back to the hotel and took me directly to my room by elevator.
The moment he closed the door and looked back at me, I knew in my heart that today was really over.
Even if my body doesn't allow it, he won't let me go.