"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.

hadn't crossed paths again. It had been over a year, and she was surprised to find that Christopher still remembered

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

he asked, though his real question was why she had been crying. Sydney thought he was referring to her car and

"Is that so?"

a reason for tears. It was clear that Christopher understood Sydney had either

deliberately avoiding his reabel.net?

question.

check her car

Christopher nodded. "Go ahead."

began inspecting it to determine the issue After several

had arrived, and the crisp air was beginning to bite. Sydney, dressed rather lightly, shivered as the wind blew, feeling

while." Sydney intended to decline, but with the door already open, she

warm, with a

noticed the traces

a clean white handkerchief from his pocket, offering it to

tears at the corners

gaze remained on

sharp thorns. She didn't know how to explain

care he deserved. Not to mention, he

was truly pitiful; both of her

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 been deceived and decided to return

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,

of hurt, Wesley finally understood 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

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