Dorothy shifted her gaze back to Andrew.
Andrew was silent for a moment. "I believe no designer would want to see such accidents."
"I meant, do you believe in my father's innocence?" Dorothy pressed.
Andrew sighed, fully aware that some matters were ultimately unavoidable.
"Dorothy, what's the point in dwelling on the past? Your father can't come back to life. Why not let go of the past? You're still young, and your life is just beginning. Do you really want to sacrifice your future over a bridge that has already collapsed? Your mother has already moved on. Why are you still clinging to this?"
Dorothy looked at Andrew, sensing that he knew something.
She sighed and began to turn her wheelchair to leave.
Andrew watched her, uncertain if she could understand his words.
Just as Doroth
