2023-05-29 15:38:53Andrew only furrowed his brow and gave a cynical look to the man. His right hand continued pressing the old man's jaw, while his other hand now rubbed the chest.
The seemingly absurd action then brought about a miracle. The old man's eyes suddenly opened, and he began breathing rapidly.
"Hey, he did it! He saved the old man!"
Applause filled the air, directed at Andrew. Everyone seemed amazed by the miracle that had occurred for the old man. Andrew extended his hand before the old man and said, "Come on, Sir, let me help you stand, and we can find shelter over there."
The old man smiled and nodded. His frail hand reached out to grasp Andrew's hand. Andrew supported his body towards the bench where he had previously placed his belongings.
"Ah, please have a seat. How do you feel now, Sir?"
The old man looked at Andrew with teary eyes and said, "Thank you for saving me. I believe that if you weren't here, I might have met my ancestors in heck."
"Don't mention it. I just happened to be around, and when I saw you lying weak, I did my best to save you."
"My body feels much better now, I haven't felt this refreshed in a long time. You're amazing, young man."
The sound of a car horn then echoed. A luxurious car was parked by the side of the road in front of Andrew and the old man sitting on the bench.
"Ah, my car has arrived. By the way, what's your name?" the old man asked.
"Andrew, Sir."
"Okay, Andrew. I want you to accept this gift." The old man pulled out a check from his jacket and handed it to Andrew.
The amount of $500,000 was written on the white piece of paper, astonishing Andrew beyond belief.
"Is he crazy? This is not a small amount of money!" Andrew murmured to himself.
"Take it. Perhaps this amount is not equivalent to what you have done to save my life. "
Andrew shook his head and said, "Thank you, Sir, but that’s not necessary."
"You're kind, Andrew. Are you really can’t to accept this?"
Andrew picked up the box containing his belongings and stood up. "No, Sir. Perhaps you can keep it or give it to someone else who needs it more than I do. "
The old man's eyes filled with tears as he watched Andrew walk away. A suited man stepped out of the car and approached the old man.
The old man's expression, which had been weak and pleading, suddenly changed completely after Andrew left.
His gaze turned sharp, and his body and face tightened. He smiled and said to his guard, "I want you to find out all information of that man. "
His guard nodded. Afterward, he got back into the car and drove off quickly, passing by Andrew who was still walking on the sidewalk.
**
"Ah, it has been such a long and exhausting day."
Andrew flopped onto his bed as soon as he arrived home. His mind was still preoccupied with the check given by the old man earlier.
"Damn, if only I had the courage to accept it, I might be out of town on vacation by now."
Andrew's phone vibrated, indicating a low battery. The wallpaper displayed a cozy picture of himself and Nadine.
"I never expected her to leave too. So many things happened today."
Andrew reached for his neck, although the necklace was no longer visible, he could still feel something encircling his neck.
"Let me find out what it is first."
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Season 3-Chp 105
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Season 3-Chp 103
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Season 3-Chp 102
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