Jean Ellison clutched the plastic bag in her hand, containing a few sticks of fried dough and two cups of soy milk; she felt as if these items were too heavy to carry.
"What’s the allergy?"
"I thought the fever reducer at ho had expired, it was left by the landlord, and was in the dicine box when I moved in."
"Lawyer Holden, are you allergic to this dicine? Luckily, I didn’t give it to you last night, or it would have been troubleso."
She walked over, placed the breakfast on the table, took the box of dicine from his hand, and casually tossed it into the trash can.
Justin Holden stared at her intently.
From the mont she walked over, bent down to grab the dicine box from his hand, to when she straightened up, took the breakfast out of the bag, and placed it onto the plate.
He didn’t miss a single expression on her face.
"It’s not expired, I just checked."
Jean’s heart skipped a beat; she maintained the motion of pouring soy milk, her eyes fixed on the small bowl holding the soy milk on the table.
"Really? I threw it away, thinking it was expired."
He woke up fine, went to the living room to search the dicine box, seemingly fully recovered, and his head was no longer dizzy.
"This is soy milk, and these are fried dough sticks, all bought from downstairs."
"Made by a grandma in the neighborhood that I’m familiar with, very clean, feel free to eat."
Justin scanned the food on the table, his gaze pausing.
When he was in school, he often ate like this, buying soy milk and fried dough from the breakfast shop near the school.
At that ti, Claire Caldwell sohow found out about this from soone.
For five days a week, she appeared at the breakfast shop punctually, having breakfast at the sa ti as him from afar, not daring to sit close.
Only once did she not co; she was sick that day and didn’t even go to school, returning from the hospital past eleven at night.
Coincidentally, he was suffering insomnia that night and saw her from the second-floor terrace.
Sitting at the table, both lost in their own thoughts, neither spoke.
Jean occasionally glanced at him, then quickly lowered her head.
Did he believe what she just said?
"What were you imprisoned for?"
Jean was startled, squeezing the fried dough, the oil-absorbent paper beneath her fingers completely soaked, but she didn’t care.
"Lawyer Holden, this doesn’t seem to be a matter you should concern yourself with. I only asked you to help with the case; I didn’t ask you to reopen an old case."
"Besides, I’ve already served my ti in prison, so perhaps there’s no need to ntion past matters."
"I hope we can just discuss the current case and not anything else."
She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her eyes evasive.
Justin waited for her to finish speaking, then pulled out a wet wipe to clean the grease from his fingers.
Seeing she had nothing further to say.
He looked into her eyes, "If the opposing side brings up your old case the day after tomorrow in court, will you react the sa way?"
"I can assure you, Jesse has nothing to do with my previous case; I gave birth to her in prison."
"The cri I committed wasn’t sothing major, it wouldn’t affect my ability to raise Jesse. If you don’t believe , you can look it up online."
Jean’s mind raced.
Justin sat upright in his chair, picked up his phone from beside him, and swiped a couple of tis.
Jean was anxious; she didn’t know what he might find.
The na she now used was made up; her grandmother’s surna was Ellison, her aunt took on her grandmother’s surna, and married into the family.
"There are no news reports about you."
Justin set down his phone and lifted his eyes to look at her, his expression stern.
"Of course not; it was just a dispute with soone at school, I accidentally injured soone, which is why I was convicted."
"Fighting and altercation?"
"Yes, fighting and altercation."
He smiled lightly, his expression indifferent, in a blink, the long lashes at the corners of his long eyes seed to brush against his cheek.
"You deserved it."
Her waist was no thicker than soone else’s thigh, yet she got into a fight and ended up in prison; if this wasn’t deserved, what was it?
If he had represented her then, she wouldn’t have gone to jail. Just a normal fight; even if she crippled soone, he could have found a way for her to be acquitted.
"You!"
Jean gritted her teeth, she knew he couldn’t say anything nice, what did he an by ’deserved it’, he deserved it himself.
Justin picked up the suit jacket draped over the back of the chair, got up from the table, and walked to the door with long strides.
He opened the door and walked out as if leaving his own ho.
Jean glanced at the ti on the wall and imdiately stood up; she was already half an hour late.
She hastily tied her hair into a ponytail, grabbed her handbag, and a coat, and dashed downstairs.
A car was parked downstairs; Justin sat inside, the window half-lowered, showcasing his handso profile clearly.
"Get in."
Jean bit her lip, opened the car door, and sat in the passenger seat.
A wise man knows when to yield; being late ant her salary would be deducted by the hour, and she wasn’t tough enough to refuse the ride and watch as her editor docked her pay.
The rcedes drove smoothly on the road; at around nine, it wasn’t rush hour anymore, and the traffic was clear.
Before long, they arrived at the company.
Jean got out of the car and ran into the building; the revolving door opened and closed, and she was gone.
Justin watched her figure for a long ti until soone walked past the car window, his gaze never diverting.
Why did he drive her to work? Was it because she took care of him last night, and he owed her a favor?
Or was it for Claire Caldwell’s sake that he paid her extra attention?
Whatever the reason, in two days, he most likely wouldn’t see her again.
He had a lot of work and a business trip next week.
"Justin Holden?"
The woman who walked up to the car called his na several tis.
He withdrew his gaze and looked at her coldly; she was a stranger.
"Do you need sothing?"
Leah Sutton’s lips parted in surprise as she questioned him, "Don’t you recognize ? We’ve t before, at your ho; your sister and I are long-ti friends."
"Zoe Holden?"
"Why should I know her friends?"
Justin’s expression was stern, his slender fingers pressed the button inside the car, and the dark brown window slowly rose, blocking his profile.
Leah stood in place, watching the rcedes drive away, her shocked expression only subsiding after a long ti as she grew furious, her chest aching.
What was the aning of this?
They had planned a date tonight, yet he couldn’t rember her.
She pulled out her phone and walked into the company while calling Zoe Holden.
"What is with your brother? Why doesn’t he recognize ?"
"Didn’t he agree to a date with tonight?"
"I just encountered him outside the company, greeted him, and he looked at as if he’d never seen before, his gaze was so cold."
Zoe reassured her over the phone, saying Justin was too focused on work with only his cases in mind, so it was normal to be forgetful.
The household staff had worked for ten to twenty years, yet he still didn’t know their nas.
His thoughts were never on those around him; even his parents couldn’t do anything about him.
In the elevator, two female reporters stood in front of Leah, one voice high, the other low, chatting.
"I just saw Reporter Ellison in the lobby; it’s rare for her husband to drop her off at work. From afar, the man in the car was really handso; I thought he was an actor."
"I saw him too, just as I walked in from the entrance. Her husband’s platinum wristwatch was more valuable than the rcedes he drove; wealthy people these days are really modest."
Leah’s eyes focused on the two reporters in front of her, frowning in thought.
rcedes?
The man in the car was handso?
She couldn’t help but feel this description sounded like Justin Holden.
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