Chapter １９

Early the next morning, I turned on my mobile phone, only to find that there were more than a dozen missed calls from my mother in silent mode.

I didn't call back, but went to the construction site after breakfast as usual.

Just as soon as I got out of the taxi, I saw that not far away, my mother was pacing back and forth on the edge of the construction site with an anxious face.

When she saw me, she came running quickly. "Krista, why didn't you answer my phone?"

I looked at her calmly. "Because I know what you want me to do, it doesn't matter whether I pick it up or not."

"Krista, how have you become so willful? I just finished talking with reporters at the front gate, and you let Cheney come forward to refute me. You are my only relative in this world. I was really heartbroken when you did that. Do you know?"

I smiled bitterly. "You know, I am not your only relative in this world. I just thought now that you have a husband and stepdaughter, you have already forgotten that you were pregnant in October and gave birth to a daughter."

"Krista, I know you will blame me for what I said to reporters, but I just don't want you to be wronged. Tell me what did the Brenan family do to you to destroy Zaniyah's marriage and the Brennan family's trust. Before, you were obviously very good. Why have you become like this in recent months? You really let me down, don’t you know that? "

I dropped my eyes and sighed, "Go, I have to work."

She grabbed me by the wrist. "I won't let you go unless you speak clearly."

"I have nothing to say, and I don't know what kind of commitment you want to hear. You heard what Cheney said in front of reporters. The person he wanted to marry from the beginning was me, which has nothing to do with Zaniyah."

"That's bullshit." She said, "I was there when the old Fischer family had dinner with your uncle Brent. The old Fischer family said it himself. He thought Cheney and Zaniyah were a good match."

"However, Cheney's grandmother said that she values me more. Haven't you heard that the father of the Fischer family loves his wife as much as my father?"

I deliberately mentioned my father here, and wanted to see if her conscience would hurt if she helped outsider's daughter bully their own daughters.

But without thinking, she actually raised her hand and slapped me.

My cheek hurts, but my heart seems to be bleeding more.

I looked at Delia, and the disappointment in my eyes dissipated instantly. I smiled. I laughed. I still had hope for her but this slap woke me up.

She looked at her hand and hurriedly stepped forward to explain, "Krista, I just hate your dad, he..."

And I don't want to hear what she says anymore.

Not far away, Rashad trotted over.

Seeing the hand print on my face, his eyes were cold and he scolded directly, "I see. So, you’re that kind of mother. You old woman, I thought that you wouldn't be too hard on your daughter before you made it up in front of reporters. I almost believed it, but now I know how poisonous a woman you are. You sell women for glory. Even your own daughter"

"Mr. Rashad, I'm teaching my daughter how to behave, please …"

Rashad said to the workers behind him, "This is the construction site. Get rid of all these idle people, and put up a sign at the door in the future. Non-construction site workers are not allowed to enter."

Until my mother was completely sent out of the construction site, I didn't say a word. Standing in place, my eyes displayed indescribable sadness.

Rashad leaned in front of me. "Are you... all right?"

I didn't say anything, and I didn't look at him.

"After an injury, it is the stupidest behavior for a person to hide and lick the wound." His eyes have stopped playing around. He seriously looks at me, "The person who really loves you will not hurt you, and that person doesn't love you. Even if you shine the wound in front of her eyes, she will be indifferent. It is better to fight back beautifully than to hurt yourself. At least you can figure out a cool heart."

After his speech, he turned and left.

Is he... Comforting me? I don't know why, but I always feel like the Fischer family has two faces.

Cheney is like this, and so is Rashad.

When I think about what Rashad said just now, I think it makes sense. I took out my cell phone and called Echo. "Echo, do me a favor."

"I'm listening."

"I want to expose the black material that Zaniyah dug in my corner in the past. It is best for reporters to find this news from the old news of our school."

"God, before you said nothing, I almost died of anger. It turns out that it is not too late for you to wait for your revenge. You waited 10 years for this. You can rest assured that this matter is on me."

My mother forced me to be like this, which has something to do with the Brennan family, so... I'm having a hard time, why should Zaniyah stay out of it?

I calmed down and began to work. Because of Cheney's speech, everyone now knows that I am his wife, which caused me to be watched by the workers at the construction site all morning.

At lunch, Otto and I sat together.

Otto said, "Krista, everyone knows about you. The way they look at you now, they are very careful. It's awkward."

I am helpless. "It is a little awkward, but I am here, which may make others feel more awkward."

"Then what are you going to do in the future?"

"What can I do, let nature take its course, and the work will always continue."

"I have a question that I am curious about."

"Alright."

"You are the President's wife, why do you still want to work here? Isn't it more comfortable for you to stay at home?"

When I heard him ask, I felt as if I had found the right time. I smiled and said, "Because my idol is Samuel."

Otto was slightly surprised. "Huh?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "I have been reading my father’s plans since I was a child, and I have learned a lot from him. I also understand the significance of building a bridge for the development of a city. My dad said that there is no job in the world that makes people feel more fulfilled than building a bridge. Therefore, I decided that when I grow up, I will become him."

After a pause, I continued, "I don't believe it. My father is not a wicked person. He is a good designer with great professional ethics."

Otto nodded. "Yes, I don't believe it either."

I looked at him and said, "Thank you. By the way, Otto, Mr. Quincy is also quite good."

"Mr. Quincy?" He looked at Quincy, who was busy in the distance. "I think he is quite good. I have heard him clash with several managers of the Fischer family more than once, but he is still sitting firmly in his present position because he has real skills."

I nodded. "When I first came, I thought he looked familiar. Later, I found out that he also participated in the construction of the Cross River Bridge. At that time, my father was a designer and Mr. Quincy was responsible for the follow-up construction. I may have met him at that time."

"Yes, that's right. Mr. Quincy moved from the Brennan group to the Fischer group with his people after the Cross River Bridge. I remember that I just joined the company at that time. After passing the exam, I joined Mr. Quincy's team for six years."

"Then do you know why he changed jobs?"

He shook his head. "I haven't heard of it. The people he brought here are very tight-lipped and have never discussed this matter at all."

"Do you know who his men are?"

He thought for a moment. "Now there are all those standing next to Mr. Quincy, as well as his assistant and surveyor. By the way, so is the chief of our engineering department."

My face is slightly tight, so many people are willing to follow Quincy's job-hopping?

"You said... will Mr. Quincy have the record of the Cross River Bridge in those days?"

"Are you suspicious of Mr. Quincy?"

I shook my head and smiled. "No, no, I just asked casually. I was a little curious if the Cross River Bridge was really my father's responsibility. I seemed to ask something I shouldn't ask, right?"

He was silent for a moment and said, "There may be an answer. It is in the safe in Mr. Quincy's office. But no one knows the password except him, so... I think if you want to know if the accident had anything to do with Mr. Quincy, you have to find another shortcut."

I looked down, hesitated for a moment, and decided to gamble. "I can be 100% sure that the drawings of the Cross River Bridge are fine, and the one presented by the Brennan group in those days is fake."

He looked at me in surprise. "Then why didn't you make the evidence public?"

"No one will believe it. They will only shirk and say that I am lying to wash my father's name."

"So, what exactly is your purpose here?"

I said calmly, "Otto, can I trust you?"

"You already have the answer in your heart, don't you?"

I nodded. "I want to find the truth. The truth, Mr. Quincy and the people he brought here, probably knows."

He frowned. "If there is anything I can do, you can come to me. I will keep a secret for you. Who else can help my idol's daughter?"

I smiled. "Thank you."

How can a safe without a password be opened? I thought in my heart.