After Daphne took a shower, she sat in the living room, writing a press release based on her interview
for Steve today.
However, she reached a plateau before she could get halfway through.
In Steve's interview, he described himself as a good husband who loved his wife and was responsive to
her needs. Still, according to his wife's friend, Steve made it a rule that his wife could only go out with
her friends once a month and no more than one hour per time.
In addition, Steve drove his wife to and from the house, not letting her stay a minute longer with her
friend.
The friend said that Steve's wife, initially a friendly, cheerful and optimistic person, had slowly become
sullen and uncommunicative since she married.
The wife of Steve was always seen to have bruises. However, she explained that she had accidentally
bumped.
As time went on, the friend noticed something was wrong, but Steve's wife was tight-lipped about it.
After all, this was her family matter, so they didn't get involved too much.
Daphne stared at the computer while the recording continued to play, expressing Steve's grief at the
unexpected death of his wife.
Facing such a Janus-faced person, how painful it must have been for his wife.
Not long after, Daphne heard the doorbell ring.
She hastily turned off the recorder and then pulled the door open, asking with surprise and confusion.
"Donald?"
Donald said in a low voice, "Did I wake you up?"
Daphne glanced back at the computer, "No, I'm still working."
She took a step back, "Come in."
Daphne closed the door and said as she walked towards the sofa, "You're just in time. I was just
thinking that if you have time, could you please give an interview about Steve's case?"
Donald sat on the sofa and looked at his wristwatch, "It's late. Are you sure?"
Daphne checked the time and realized it was pretty late, still a few minutes short of zero.
She apologized, "Sorry, I was so focused on my work. Can I make an appointment with you now?"
"It's not impossible now, but you have to answer a question."
Daphne slightly tilted her head, looking puzzled, gesturing for him to ask.
Donald glanced at the pendant on the coffee table, picked it up, and slowly said, "Whose is it?"
Daphne did not expect him to suddenly come over here in the middle of the night asking this, stunned
before saying, "Why are you suddenly…."
Donald put away the pen cap and held it in his palm, saying firmly, "It should be mine if I remember
correctly, right?"
The entire room fell silent.
Daphne's gaze dodged a few times, losing a train of thought.
A few years ago, her father had been slandered and had reached the point of no return, whether the
lawyers or anyone else were unwilling to help them.
Daphne watched her father, who had been honest and kind, knelt in front of others countless times,
and what he got were refusal and apathy.
She had grown up in a positive environment, but she had never imagined that the world could be so
dark.
When her father left that day, he repeatedly told her to take care of herself and her mother and get into
an excellent university, having a bright future no matter what happened.
Daphne could sense that her father was abnormal.
She tried her best to find a solution, but her strength was tiny, like a drop in the bucket.
When she was about to give up, her father brought back a boy who looked a few years older than her.
At first, Daphne felt that he was as bad as the previous lawyers, so she would always follow him not far
away when he was investigating for evidence. Once he tried to destroy the evidence, she
immediately…
What could she do? She couldn't do anything.
Daphne didn't expect that this boy, in court, would help her father overturn the case and clear their
name.
After the trial, Daphne walked to where he had been and found a pen cap left on the floor. She picked it
up and chased him out, wanting to return it and thank him again.
He treated her to a bowl of noodles near the courthouse.
He also told her,
"In this world, there are people who walk fearlessly for justice in their hearts despite obstacles. After the
darkness of night, light always comes. To insist and stick to the truth you believe in."
Since then, Daphne has been motivated to be a person who would always pass on the truth to society.
She looked at the boy in front of her, who had strong beliefs, and slowly clenched the pen cap, not
wanting to give it back.
From then on, she remembered him for many years.
Seeing that Daphne did not say anything, Donald added, "Henry is your father, right?"
She gently nodded, "I didn't mean to hide it from you. I just think this is just an insignificant case for
you. You should have forgotten about it long ago, and I didn't want to make you think I see you as a
social ladder or something because of this."
Donald laughed. "You said yesterday that I saved your life again, referring to your father's matter?"
"At that time, our family was desperate. My father would have lost his hope for life if it wasn't for you, so
you were a life-saver for our family."
"These are all things I should do as a lawyer."
Daphne smiled, "No matter what, I have to thank you, without you, I wouldn't have been who I am
today."
Donald raised his eyebrows slightly, "So, the moralistic hypocrite you talked about before is me?"
Daphne was awkward.
She hurriedly waved her hands, "I didn't say that."
Donald nodded, "I said it myself."
Daphne smiled brighter, "Whether it was a few years ago, your words are significant to me."
A few years ago, he had taught her to hold on to the truth of her beliefs.
A few years later, he taught her to protect herself while holding on to the truth of her beliefs.
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