She didn't dare to go out and take a taxi.
Instead, he used the taxi software and called the car over to the entrance of the building.
When the car appeared, she lowered her hat and quickly got in.
When she arrived at the clubhouse address that John Anderson gave her, she reported the room number and the waiter brought her in.
John Anderson was not here yet. Just as Laura was waiting, Judy called her. She picked up the phone.
Judy asked anxiously: "Laura, where did you go?"
"Judy, I have something to do. You eat breakfast first. I'll be back in a while."
"But can you do it alone?"
"Yes, there won't be any problems. You can rest assured."
Hanging up, Judy was still a little worried, so she decided to give William Walton a call.
"Mr. Walton, you've gone out to take care of me."
"Where did she go?"
"I don't know, I went grocery shopping, she left a note for me saying that she was going out, I was a little worried, so I called her. She said that she was going out to do some work, and would be back soon, but I always felt that there was something wrong with her leaving the house at this time of the day. She was afraid to even go out to buy groceries in the morning …"
"I know, I came to find her."
William Walton found Daniel's number and told him to look it up.
He had just been sitting here, and this was the only way to get to the outside of the district.
It wasn't hard to find her.
Sitting for more than ten minutes, John Anderson arrived.
In these few days that he had not seen her, the sides of John Anderson's ears had actually gained a lot of white hair.
Presumably, his precious daughter had committed suicide and was hospitalized.
He was too worried about the consequences.
When John Anderson saw her, his expression was cold and indifferent.
She was the same as before.
The father and the daughter looked at each other as if they were enemies meeting.
John Anderson walked to the side of the tea table and sat down, and started to make tea.
He loved tea.
She knew.
Not long after, he made her a cup of tea and placed it in front of her.
"You haven't drunk my tea yet, have you?"
"No need. I'm not here for tea. There's no need to beat around the bush."
"Laura, I can understand why you would hate me so much, but … You have to understand that the reason I didn't give you a fatherly love was not because you weren't cute enough, nor because I didn't love you enough, but because … I hate your mother. "
After he finished speaking, he picked up the teacup and took a sip.
She looked at him, her face was expressionless.
He continued, "I didn't want to tell you some things. You've blamed all your faults on me. Plus, your mother has already left. But just because I've made you hate me for so many years doesn't mean that I've done wrong. "
"I told you, I'm not here to listen to you beat around the bush."
"Did you know that I was in love with your mother before I was married?"
She didn't reply.
John Anderson continued: "At that time, I was young and vigorous, and it was the best time of a person's life. I fell in love with your mother at first sight, and after the two of us confirmed our relationship, we cherished each other the entire time.I loved her very much, really loved her very much. Even now, I can still recall those years when I was moved by a woman. I loved to hold her hand and walk by the sea. She loved to paint, so I would accompany her to sketch on weekends. Her dream was to be a teacher, so I could read and study with her all day in the crowded park, and I swear to God I've only ever given so much love to your mother in my life. As to why you paid so much, you understand. At that time, there was nothing between us. We only hoped that each other's happy relationship was truly pure. At the very least, to me, it was like this. "
Hearing John Anderson's words, her heart tensed up.
John Anderson said as he sighed: "I originally thought that we would always be happy, always getting married, starting a family, having children, just like ordinary people, living a normal and happy life, but …"
John Anderson lifted his teacup once again and took a sip of tea.
"It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not, this is a fact. Laura, do you know how much my heart hurts when I see your mother sleeping with another man … "
She clenched her fist and cast a cold glare at him.
John Anderson nodded his head, with a look of certainty: "I know, what I just said was very hard for you to accept. After all, in your eyes, your mother is pure, innocent, strong and tolerant woman, but the truth is still as I said. "
She bit her lips in a gentle manner.
"So, what's the evidence?"
John Anderson took out a few pieces of A4 paper from his bag and handed it over to her.
Staring at the papers affectionately for a moment, she extended her hand and took them.
"This is your mother's handwriting. You should recognize it."
Flipping through a few pages, she confirmed that these were indeed her mother's handwriting.
She frowned.
This was a letter of apology from her mother.
"John, I know that I am no longer innocent and am no longer worthy of your love. Therefore, besides apologizing, I also want to tell you, let's part ways. In the future, I will no longer disturb your life. "
Staring at the letter tenderly for a while, she fell into a trance.
John Anderson said: "Now, you should believe that what I have said is true, right?"
"I can tell from this letter that my mother had made mistake. My mom also mentioned in the letter that she wanted to break up with you. Since she mentioned it like this, it means that she knows that if she did something wrong, she would have to pay the price, and the price she had to pay was to lose you. Since my mom has already paid the price for her mistakes, why did you have to torture her like that for the rest of her life?"
"Because I'm not reconciled to this. Laura, if you love someone with all your heart and throw yourself into all those emotions, in the end, you would only be let down. Can you just leave the side of the person who betrayed you silently just like that? I can't because I hate it. "
"So?"
She clenched her fist and looked at him, the corners of her mouth trembling as she tried to suppress the grief in her heart.
"So, do I deserve to be the victim of your hatred?"
John Anderson glanced at him, "I am indeed not qualified to say that I am a good father to you, but all of this was caused by your mother."
"Is that so?"
Looking at him, she actually began to laugh, "So it turns out that a father can openly find excuses for himself, and loathe his daughter."
She took a deep breath.
"Tell me, what is the purpose of all this? What do you want me to do for you?"
John Anderson looked at her: "I want you to come back to the Anderson family to live with me."
