Redmption 191


    I remembered what I had wanted to ask Brandon yesterday. “Did they bother you again?”


    As I asked, I instinctively looked at his hands and face. Fortunately, there weren’t any injuries.


    Brandon seemed to understand my concern. “No. Even if they did, they wouldn’t be a match for


    me.”


    Such confidence.


    After finishing thest sip of the soup. I asked, “Have you found out anything about your father’s car


    ident? Who was behind it? They gave you such a deadly threat.”


    Brandon looked at me. “They’re afraid that I’ll uncover the truth behind the death of my father’s


    boss.”


    Brandon left his words half–said without further exnations. I had to keep asking. “Is your father’s


    boss someone important? Does his death affect anyone’s interests?”


    “He died over a decade ago. It’s not about interest. They fear the resentment of his children.”


    I tensed inexplicably at Brandon’s words.


    “Does he have children? Have you met them? Do they agree with your investigation?” I bombarded


    him with questions.


    Brandon lowered his gaze and avoided my eyes. “She doesn’t know.”


    I was at a loss for words. After a moment, I asked, “Will you continue investigating?”


    “Of course.” Brandon didn’t hesitate.


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    I voiced my thoughts, “But… you might be in danger. The men from yesterday seemed very


    powerful.”


    A fearless determination shed in Brandon’s eyes as he looked straight at me. “Are you perhaps


    worried


    about me?”


    I


    Although something seemed off with his words, I nodded and tried to talk some sense into him,”


    Brandon, both your father and his boss are dead. It won’t bring them back even if you find out the


    truth. It’s not worth putting yourself in danger.”


    Brandon’s stare turned intense. “Is that what you think?”


    “We should always move on and not dwell on the past. Those used to be my dad’s words to my


    mom. I had always kept them in mind.


    “Got it,” Brandon replied with a hum before he continued eating.


    I didn’t know what else to say. But to leave just like that seemed inappropriate. As I watched


    Brandon finish the food, I showered him with praise as my form of gratitude. “Your cooking skills are


    excellent. Did you learn it in the military? Were you a cook?”


    I knew that the answer was no. He had told me that he was from the special forces.


    “I learned to cook for my sister. She got sick easily since she was young and was a picky eater.” Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org.


    I was stunned at Brandon’s words. “You have a sister?”


    “Yes, a biological sister at that,” he rified as if to stop me from misunderstanding.


    I clicked my tongue. “You never mentioned her.”


    Brandon paused. He looked up and nced at me. “I haven’t had the chance.”


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    “How old is she? Is she my age? Is she in school or working?” I asked curiously.


    Brandon didn’t answer at once. The grip on his fork tightened. “She isn’t very healthy.”


    I froze. I didn’t know what to say when I realized I seemed to have pierced him in his sore spot.


    Brandon exined further, “She has a congenital heart disease.”


    I responded by saying, “That can be treated with a heart transnt.”


    Brandon fell silent again. I blurted out when I realized what the problem could be, “Brandon, are you


    out of money?”


    A heart transnt was a major surgery that required a significant amount of money and annual


    check- ups. Brandon’s current ie was likely insufficient to cover his sister’s surgery. Their


    father had passed on, and their mother’s situation too was uncertain.


    His gaze made me feel uneasy. I quickly added so he wouldn’t misunderstand, “If that’s the case, I


    can lend you money. I have enough.”


    “I’m afraid I might not be able to pay it back,” Brandon replied,


    I was convinced that he was short on funds. To help him out, I joked, “Be my man if you can’t pay it


    back.”