Chapter 863: 258: Good or evil will always be rewarded!_4
James Harper was lying there on the ground.
He was staring intently at the people around him.
Hate was bubbling up inside him.
Soon, the door was shut.
James Harper was lying on the ground, resembling a dead dog, utterly disgraced.
In a short while, James Harper got up from the ground.
He didn’t knock on the door again, he didn’t curse, instead, he went to the building below.
He stood on the lawn and lit a cigarette.
About two hours later, he finally turned to leave.
At this point, James Harper had nowhere left to go.
He was wandering the streets.
Many thoughts crossed his mind.
Just then, an Audi pulled over beside him.
The car window rolled down, revealing a face that startled James Harper.
It was his ex-wife, Bernice.
Once, he found Bernice too old, too ugly; she wasn’t good enough for him.
Looking back now, James Harper wishes he could slap his foolish self to death.
James Harper stared at Bernice, opening and then closing his mouth, not knowing what to say.
Bernice said with a smile, “Don’t say anything, just get in the car.”
Bernice continued, “You have nowhere else to go, right? Get in. After all, whatever happened, you’re still Bing’s father.”
Seeing James Harper wasn’t getting in the car, Bernice continued, “Or do you choose to sleep on the streets?”
Without saying a word, James Harper opened the back door of the car and got in.
The car pulled up in the residential area where Bernice lived.
This apartment was what James Harper had given to Bernice when they had divorced.
James Harper didn’t want to leave a single penny to Bernice, but their only daughter insisted on staying with Bernice. In order to prevent his daughter from being homeless, he had to leave an apartment for Bernice.
Who would have thought that now…
James Harper looked at the small Western-style house in front of him, feeling a rush of emotions.
He was too ashamed to see Bernice again.
“Bernice,” James Harper said with guilt and tears in his eyes, “I’m sorry, I let you down!”
With that, James Harper covered his face with his hands, squatted on the ground, and cried out in anguish.
He shouldn’t have betrayed her.
He shouldn’t have found a mistress.
Bernice didn’t have much resentment on her face. Instead, she laughed and said, “So many years have passed. I don’t hold grudges anymore. You don’t need to apologize.”
The more Bernice said this, the more James Harper felt guilty.
“Get up,” Bernice pulled James Harper from the ground, “Come in with me.”
James Harper looked at the door within arm’s reach but couldn’t muster the strength to step forward.
He was afraid of encountering the same situation as before.
He had been divorced from Bernice for ten years.
Bernice must have remarried by now.
Now, if he reappeared at Bernice’s side, he would surely cause family troubles.
Bernice seemed to see James Harper’s concerns, and she said with a laugh, “It’s okay. In these many years, apart from Bing, I’ve always been alone.”
She stated it very simply.
But James Harper couldn’t help but feel stunned.
He dared not imagine how Bernice had survived these ten years.
“Let’s go.” Bernice took the lead to step inside.
As he watched Bernice’s back, James Harper felt indescribably guilty.
He thought he should have been punished more severely.
How foolish he had been to let that woman, Debby Gamze, ruin his family life.
Soon, he followed Bernice into the house.
Bernice hung up her bag, then poured James Harper a glass of water. After pouring the water, she suddenly remembered something, smiling as she said, “I remember you liked to drink oolong tea. I’ll brew some for you.”
After ten years of divorce, Bernice still remembered James’s habits and tastes.
James Harper felt uneasy inside.
When he first encountered Bernice on the street, he thought that Bernice was there to add insult to injury.
After all, he was ruthlessly cruel to Bernice in the past.
In the end, he was too petty.
James Harper stood up to accept the cup of water from Bernice’s hand and said, “It’s okay, I’m fine with plain water.”
Bernice continued, “Oh yes, you haven’t eaten yet, have you? I’ll cook something for you.”
Without waiting for James Harper’s reply, Bernice turned and headed towards the kitchen.
James Harper surveyed the decor in the living room.
There was indeed no trace of a man living in the house.
On the coffee table was a picture frame.
The photo was of Bernice and a young girl.
The girl appeared to be around twenty years old, smiling a sweet smile.
James Harper paused, it had been ten years since he last saw his daughter. She had grown up.