"What's the matter? Is there a problem?" the person outside asked.

Sydney replied, "I'm sorry, but the car won't start."

The person seemed to be the driver of the armored vehicle. Growing a bit impatient, he glanced at his leader's car and then said to Sydney, "Let me take a look. Hand me the keys."

Given that he was driving an armored vehicle, Sydney didn't question his authority. She grabbed her bag, stepped out of the car, and handed the keys to him.

At that moment, the window of the armored vehicle slowly rolled down.

"Luke, what's going on?" a deep, steady voice inquired.

Luke Parker quickly approached. "Mr. Jackson, the car suddenly won't start. I'm checking it out and will move it right away."

Christopher glanced at the car, then his gaze shifted to Sydney, recognizing her.

Sydney seemed to recognize him too, her surprise evident.

"President Harper, what a coincidence," Christopher said with a faint smile.

Sydney moved closer. "Oh, it's you, Mr. Jackson."

As the president of a bank, Sydney often attended high-profile events and mingled with influential figures. She had had the chance to meet Christopher once before and had exchanged a few words, but that was all.

People of Christopher's stature were not easily befriended. Even though Sydney was in a position to meet such people, it depended on whether Christopher was willing.

that meeting, they hadn't crossed paths again. It had been over a year, and she was surprised

noticed a hint of redness around Sydney's eyes, with visible traces

happened?" he asked, though his real question was why she had been crying. Sydney thought he was referring

"Is that so?"

start didn't seem like a reason for tears. It was clear that Christopher

deliberately avoiding his reabel.net?

question.

check her car and be

Christopher nodded. "Go ahead."

Sydney's keys, approached her car, and began inspecting it to determine the issue After several unsuccessful attempts to start the car,

beginning to bite. Sydney, dressed rather lightly, shivered as

car might take a while." Sydney intended to decline, but with the door already open, she accepted and took a seat inside, closing the

was warm, with a

noticed the traces

white handkerchief from his pocket, offering it to her. He said nothing, simply holding out the

the tears

calm gaze

hickey on her neck, liEach of these questions pierced Sydney's heart like sharp thorns. She didn't know how to explain these

care he deserved. Not to mention, he had a father who didn't care about

truly pitiful; both of her

torment, watching Wesley maintain an affair with another woman. Numerous times, she had contemplated divorce, but various reasons kept her from going through with it. Only

Sydney's heart had already turned to stone. She insisted on a divorce, but Wesley clung to her stubbornly, refusing to let go and disrupting her peace. He even threatened to haunt her even after their separation. Eventually, Sydney grew weary. She agreed to stay married in

the depth of his damage to his wife and children. He wanted to make amends, but how could one compensate for ten years of suffering? Healing wasn't as simple as solving a math problem. It wasn't a matter of stepping on someone's foot, apologizing, and then being forgiven. It was deliberate,

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