"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.

paths again. It had been over a year, and she was surprised to

around Sydney's eyes, with visible traces of

though his real question was why she had been crying. Sydney thought he was referring

"Is that so?"

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

deliberately avoiding his reabel.net?

question.

quickly said, "Mr. Jackson, I'll check her car and be

Christopher nodded. "Go ahead."

it to determine the issue After several unsuccessful attempts to start the car, he got out and popped the hood to troubleshoot the

had arrived, and the crisp air was beginning to bite. Sydney,

position and settled into the seat beside her. "Come on in. Your car might take a while." Sydney intended to decline, but with the door already open, she accepted and took a seat inside, closing the

the car was warm, with a faint, pleasant scent of perfume-clearly a

the

out a clean white handkerchief from his pocket,

at the tears at the corners of her eyes.

gaze

liEach of these questions pierced Sydney's heart like sharp thorns. She didn't know how to explain these matters to

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

truly pitiful; both of

endured a decade of 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 when Wesley was left with nothing and the mistress had fled did Wesley realize he had

and disrupting her peace. He even threatened to haunt her even after

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

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