The Good Girl's Revenge

Chapter 59

A group of people around Meredith were stunned. The man's voice was so firm that no one dared to

question it.

Meredith looked up and saw Parker coming from outside. She felt a little glad and a little inexplicable

lost.

When she heard someone stop her, the first person that came to her mind was not him...

But that person, after all, would never come. Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Parker looked at Meredith's disheveled appearance. Her clothes were torn into a mess and some dirt

and bruises were left on her fair skin. He knew just now she must have been treated quite roughly.

The more Parker looked, the angrier he became. With a cold face, he yelled, "Are you people crazy?

You're doing this in public!"

As he spoke, he stepped forward and gently picked up Meredith, who was sitting in a mess on the

ground. He carefully looked at her to see if there were any scars on her body, then took off his suit

jacket and draped it over her to cover up the charming body.

"How are you? Are you okay? Are you getting hurt?"

After he helped Meredith up, she shook her head. "I'm fine... Are you here to help me?"

Meredith's eyes sparkled with uncertainty. She didn't know if he would believe her.

Parker looked at her uneasy face, but her eyes were still as clean as ever, without a trace of guilt. He

felt a dull pain in his heart so he nodded. "I believe you are innocent, so I came to help you."

It was only then that Meredith had the feeling of seeing the light. The string that had been tensed up in

her heart all the time broke and her feet softened. Then she almost fell to the ground.

What happened that day was a great torment to her mind and body, and she was already suffocating.

Now that she met Parker, she loosened her strength and was unable to hold on.

Parker immediately reached out to hold her and looked at the people who still refused to leave. "You

are all committing a crime. If the truth of the matter is that she was wronged, I hope you will deeply

repent for your behaviors now."

People present who looked at Parker's stern expression didn't dare to say anything more. The man

took out Meredith's phone and threw his business card at the girl. "I'll pay you for all your losses."

Then, he picked Meredith up and walked to the car parked beside him.

"Oh my god, that man is so handsome. He is the president of a company. He is really tall, rich and

handsome!"

After Parker left, the quiet crowd regained its clamor.

"What's the use of being tall, rich, and handsome? He must be a scumbag after being bewitched by a

vixen."

"What is this woman capable of, hooking up with one and the next will continue to come to her, and all

of them are rich and handsome?"

These words came to Meredith's ears from afar, and she suddenly woke up from the blur of self-

protection. Only then did she realize that Parker was holding her and walked on the street in public.

"No, put me down. I'll... Get you into trouble," Meredith said bitterly.

Now, she was the third mistress that all men hated and nobody would care if she was dead. If Parker

messed up with her, his reputation would definitely be affected.

Meredith didn't want to involve him.

"Are you stupid? Now that you look like this, can I leave you alone?"

Parker was angry and heartbroken. This woman, on the other hand, was very considerate of others but

did not care about her own situation.

"But..." Although Parker's words were blunt and unpleasant to hear, Meredith could tell that he was

concerned about her, so she felt even more guilty.

"No but. Do you still think I'm your friend? Come back with me, I'll help you."

The word "Friend" fell into Meredith's ear, warming her cold heart immediately.

Meredith nodded and stopped rejecting Parker's help. After a while, she suddenly said, "That video was

fake. Leo came to me that day. That's where I work. How could I run into him there and pester him so

coincidentally and get a video taken?"

"And that day, it was him..."

Meredithdu couldn't say the rest. Parker nodded, stuffed her into the sports car, and fastened her seat

belt. "I believe what you said is true, but only my believing is not enough. We must make everyone

understand that these are all lies."

Meredith nodded and then looked at Parker, who was driving, and said, "Why would you believe me?"

From the beginning until now, Meredith could not remember what she had shown to deserve his trust.

But Parker still believed her completely and did not suspect her at all.

The man's hand, which was holding the steering wheel, stiffed for a moment before he pulled open a

cynical grin. "Man's seventh sense, can it make sense?"

"I'm asking you seriously." Meredith was not fooled by him and stared at him seriously.

"It's really just a feeling, can you believe it? From the first time I saw you, I knew you weren't a bad

person." Parker took advantage of the red light time and looked over.

In his dark eyes, there was no banter, only sincerity.

"I believe it." Meredith looked into his eyes and suddenly felt the urge to cry.

Since leaving prison, apart from Julius, who had been helping her since the beginning, and her missing

mother, Meredith had no one to trust. She had always given up on the idea that no one would be

friends with her anymore.

Parker, on the other hand, was the first person to believe in her like this. She thought it was rare and

valuable, but she was also afraid of losing it.

"But, I'm not as simple as you think. I... I had a very dark past. If you knew about this, would you not

believe me?"

It took a long time for Meredith to speak out her thoughts, but to say those words out that she did not

dare to say had almost hollowed me out.

"Life is so long. Who doesn't have any secrets, and who can never make mistakes? To be honest, I've

done some absurd things before and hurt others. Am I not going to live a good life? So, I only pay

attention to a person's situation now."

"No matter what your past is, I believe you won't be a bad person, so I'm willing to help you."

After Parker finished speaking, Meredith lowered her head and her eyes felt sore. Soon, a wave of wet

water came up. She wiped her face without a trace, then pressed down the crying voice to say,

"...Thank you, really. Thank you."

Parker glanced at Meredith, who was huddled in the chair, not showing any signs of weakness. Her

legs were wet with tears, but she still pretended to be strong.

For a moment, Parker felt helpless and heartbroken in his heart. After all, he still didn't say anything.

Since Meredith didn't want to be seen crying, he could only respect her thoughts, but one day, he would

let her open her heart to him.