Seeing that she didn't speak, Brandon sighed.
"I'm old, and many things are no longer up to me. But Cynthia, Andrew is truly sincere to you. Even if my eyes aren't as sharp, my heart can still feel it."
Seeing that Brandon was getting a little emotional, Cynthia quickly said, "I know, Grandpa Brandon. Don't get worked up."
After comforting Brandon and chatting with him for a while, Cynthia left the Stewart residence.
It was already getting dark. Cynthia didn't hail a taxi but walked along the road alone.
To be honest, she felt a little lost. Brandon couldn't be lying to her, but Andrew's actions made it hard for her to have any hope. Her heart had been torn apart too many times, and she was scared.
Not far away, a white car was driving slowly. Rebecca sat in the passenger seat, her
