Chapter ２７ 

I took a deep breath. I never thought I could talk with him so calmly before.

I have been with him for a long time, and my hostility to him seems to be fading. Sometimes I even hope that the Cross River Bridge has nothing to do with him and the Fischer group.

But I also understand that the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment. If one day, I find out that he is really behind the scenes.

"Cheney." I whispered his name.

"Hmm?"

"Have you ever done anything wrong in your life?"

He looked at me and then asked, "What about you?"

I don't want to shake my head, but I answered him. "No, so far, not once."

He looked at me with a bitter touch on his face. "I've done a lot." He said. He leaned back. "Sitting in this position, you can only bear some things that ordinary people can't bear. If you get more, you must pay more."

I suddenly fell silent. I really wanted to ask him if my father was included in the things he had done against his will.