Met You Before Sunrise(5)

11

On the day of Thomas' father's wedding, it was a grand occasion.

The yard was filled with band members who were singing and playing. Their voices could be heard a few miles away.

However, there were very few relatives who came, and the neighbors all didn't like this family.

When I showed up with a group of reporters, it caused quite a stir.

The neighbors gathered around his house at the same time, surrounding the door of his house tightly.

"Julian, are you crazy? What are you doing?" The groom, who heard the noise, came in a hurry, and his face turned blue.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the bride quickly covered her head and ran away, for fear of being photographed by the camera.

"I brought reporters to interview you." I tidied up my collar, straightened my chest, and looked up at the camera. "You spread rumors every day about how I forced your son to death and forced your wife to hang herself at the door of my house. I have to let everyone know the truth."

Thomas' father's face turned pale, and his suit fluttered in the wind.

"Your son committed suicide because he did something wrong and couldn't bear the consequences. I've also sorted out the evidence and will hand it over to the program team to make it public. As for the death of your wife, I don't think anyone knows better than you, right, groom?"

The host nudged my shoulder and reminded me in a low voice that crying would be more effective.

I DON'T WANT IT.

I had been too weak before. Now, I had to be tough.

I faced the camera and said slowly and firmly, "This is the main purpose of my visit today. I want to use the legal weapon to protect myself and seek justice for myself."

After that, I played the recorded conversation between my father and Thomas' father about compensation.

"First, Dick Cowper threatened and blackmailed my family. It's a huge sum of money."

"Second, Dick Cowper has given me a warning."

"Third, Dick Cowper slandered my reputation and instructed several online platforms to make false remarks and distort the facts."

After that, the reporters swarmed forward and kept asking Thomas' father questions.

Thomas' father couldn't answer except cursing.

Not long after, Bertram appeared with the police and took Thomas' father away.

The chaos was finally over.

In the police car, Bertram was sitting in the passenger seat. He turned around and smiled at me. "You didn't disappoint me."

I looked out of the window. The scenery outside was beautiful.

It was so good to be alive.

"Bertram, there are so many bad guys in the world," I smiled and said, "but fortunately, there are many good people like you."

For example, when I was collecting evidence of Thomas' cheating and embezzling public funs, many of his former colleagues and friends stood up to help me.

For example, although there were rumors on the Internet, strangers gave me trust and encouragement, and former classmates and colleagues delivered righteous remarks.

For example, when I encountered this kind of thing, my landlord didn't drive me away and even gave me a refund.

For example, I was blinded by hatred, but the love in this world had never given up on me.

With the help of the lawyer, Thomas' father was sentenced to three years in prison.

In addition to a small number of rumors on the Internet saying that I was a scourge and destroyed his family, the public opinion was basically calmed down.

My parents were completely relieved and asked me what I was going to do next.

After thinking about it for a day, I decided to go back to my hometown.

When Sarah knew it, she was so anxious that she blocked me in the bathroom with a resentful look on her face. "Do you want to leave my brother? He's just a blockhead. I've always asked him to confess his love, but he just couldn't get it."

I forced a smile. "What's wrong with him? He doesn't like me at all."

Sarah shook her head crazily. "I've seen so many couples. I can't be wrong. You two must like each other, but you don't want to admit it."

I looked at myself in the mirror seriously for a long time, then shook my head and said, "Sarah, your brother is celibate. Have you forgotten?"

Sarah still wanted to say something, but I turned around and held her shoulders. "Your brother is celibate, so I want to pursue him in my best state. I want to date him. Give me some time, and I'll be back."

On the day of my departure, Bertram didn't come to see me off because he had an urgent mission.

He only sent me a message, "Keep in touch."

"Don't worry. You've always been at the top of my list."

He replied, "You are also at the top of my list."

Something bloomed in my heart and I couldn't help but laugh.

A few months later, on Christmas Day, Bertram suddenly appeared downstairs with a lot of bags.

At that time, I had just returned from my store.

He stood upright in the snow, looking at me with determination in his eyes.

After a long silence, he took the lead and said nervously, "Your parents asked me to spend Christmas Day with them."

"Then why don't you come in?" I narrowed my eyes and said with a smile.

I knew what my parents meant. I also knew what Bertram meant.

"I'm waiting for your approval." He put down the things, put his legs together, and saluted.

I couldn't help but burst into laughter. At the same time, tears welled up in my eyes.

"Hold on a little longer, or I'll go back and chase you."

In a few months after returning to my hometown, I ran a shop with my friends, and the income was considerable.

I adapted my previous experience into a novel, published it on the website, and signed the contract.

Making money increased the speed at which I healed my wounds, dispelled the haze of my life, and raised my passion for life.

My voice was so low that Bertram didn't hear me. He still maintained the posture of saluting and waited for me to speak.

"Aren't you celibate?" I asked.

"That's because I didn't meet you," he replied.

I was overjoyed.

"Then why do you like me?" I asked.

"You..." He looked embarrassed.

I waited calmly for him to think it through.

"You are stubborn, soft-hearted, impulsive, and not sociable..."

The more he spoke, the more surprised I became. I quickly waved my hand to stop him.

Forget it. Let's just take it as he had fallen in love with me for no reason.

"Let's come in to see my parents. " I took his arm and shouted.

The world was wrapped in silver, as beautiful as a painting.

Not far away, the children laughed and chased after each other in the snow.

It was so good to be alive.

The end.