When I left, I only took that card. I regretted not packing some clothes and necessities.
Before my mother passed away, she left me a fixed savings account of 100 thousand dollars, telling me to keep it to myself and not let anyone know about it.
My mother told me that nothing was as reliable as the money you control in your own hands.
I held that small box tightly, feeling a mixture of emotions in my heart.
Back then, when Rick’s company ran into trouble, I thought about withdrawing the money from the savings account to help the company through the crisis. Fortunately, it was still within the fixed term, and I couldn’t withdraw a single penny.
Rick didn’t know about this, and it was a good thing he didn’t. If he had, he might have taken everything from me without hesitation.
The rain outside the window had just stopped.
I wanted to hail a cab by the roadside, but unexpectedly, I got splashed with water by a passing car.
The driver didn’t even apologize before driving away.
I was furious. After shouting a few curses at the vehicle disappearing into the distance, I could only lower my head, fix my clothes, and accept my bad luck.
“Do you need any help?”
A familiar male voice came from behind me.
I recognized him instantly—he looked even more refined than on television.
He had a lean, handsome face, a tall and upright figure, dressed in a crisp suit, and held a cup of coffee in his hand.
Every movement and gesture exuded the calm and restraint of a business elite.
He walked over wearing shiny black leather shoes.
“Thank you, I’m fine,” I stammered, embarrassed to meet his gaze.
“Here’s a pack of tissues. You can wipe yourself off.”
The man took a packet of tissues from his jacket pocket and handed it to me.
“My name is Jason Lister.”
