My heart skipped a beat or two, then my fingers picked up those four pills and swallowed
them with water.
I ate while watching his expression, afraid that he would open his mouth and say, you dropped a grain of rice, can you use serving chopsticks when picking up food, can you not spill when drinking soup.
But surprisingly, he didn’t. He just ate quietly.
I believe that James has really changed a lot, at least towards me.
Halfway through the meal, James said, “Don’t eat takeout in the future, it’s not good for
your stomach.”
I let out a long “mm“, holding back the smile that was about to appear at the corners of my mouth, “But I don’t know how to cook.”
“Leave it, I’ll do it.”
James received a phone call and left in a hurry. I saw him off at the door.
Ding ding ding, I answered the phone, and a woman’s voice came from the other end, “Lily, I think I just saw that Zack Peterson who hit your parents years ago. He was dressed quite well, even wearing an expensive watch. He doesn’t look like he’s short of money at all…”
My whole body trembled, and memories that had been sealed away suddenly flooded out like a dam breaking.
Years ago, after my parents were killed in the car accident, the court ordered a compensation of 1.06 million, but the perpetrator couldn’t afford to pay.
The confiscated assets were meager, and I could only rely on that small compensation and scholarships to get through college.
I remember Zack was drunk at the time and said without any remorse, “I was just drunk, it wasn’t intentional. What’s the use of scolding me? Anyway, I can’t afford to pay. If I have to go to jail, so be it.”
I was red–eyed, almost stabbing that evil man to death with a kitchen knife. I cried and screamed, demanding him to apologize, to kneel before my parents‘ memorial tablets and repent.
He apologized and knelt, but there was no remorse on his face. Later he was taken away by the police and sentenced to six years and four months.
This was the maximum sentence I
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I fought for for my parents, because although the man didn’t flee, he showed no remorse.
I gripped the phone tightly, “I almost forgot, six years have passed so quickly. Aunt Linda, thank you for telling me.”
I wiped away a tear and hung up the phone.
Then I called the police to consult about this situation. If someone has the ability to pay but refuses to do so, you can appeal to the court for forced execution.
But I was already in another city, and going back to appeal would take a long time.
So I decided to negotiate privately first, hoping that person might have some conscience.
The next day, I bought a plane ticket and sat in the waiting area. James sent me a message, “Where did you go?”
My nose stung, and tears fell without warning. After my parents passed away, James was the only one who had given me warmth.
I remember when I first met him, I didn’t want to return to my cold and empty home, so I froze on the street for a whole night and was sent to the hospital where he worked. Later, he gave me a clean handkerchief, disgustedly telling me to wipe my tears before he would examine me.
Perhaps when people are at their most vulnerable, they tend to develop different feelings.
At that time, James was like a ray of light for me, even if it was just his unintentional act that he didn’t care about.
He said, “Go get the consent form, I’m her family member, I’ll sign it.”
1 hadn’t heard the word “family member” for a long time, and he said he was my family member.
Perhaps, no matter how long it’s been, no matter how he treated me, I would always fall for him deeply.
At this moment, remembering my parents‘ faces, I helplessly told him everything. His call came through, I wiped the tears on my phone screen, “Hello…”
