###Chapter 445 Because Of You

Jordan Astley walked around by himself now, if it's not a strenuous activity, it won't affect his back. We went to prison today to see Brad Silverman. As we were waiting, I saw a relatively small door on the side of the prison, which is only for the families of the prisoners when they visit them.

Brad Silverman said hello when a police officer waited at the door. When he saw Jordan Astley and me, he first stepped forward and said, "Boss Jordan, Mrs. Astley." Jordan Astley nodded and reached out to hold me.

Through the door, there used to be somewhat a desolate walkway, flanked by a training ground like a military training ground, followed by a building of police officers guarding the prisoners.

Before we used the visiting hall, the police officer observed that Jordan Astley had a back injury while he guided us and walked slowly. Brad Silverman was not seen until half an hour later. Across the thick safety glass, his hands were handcuffed, and his face looked a little haggard.

But the fierce temperament was the same as before, sat on the chair, he looked at Jordan Astley, pursed his lips, and did not even get the receiver. He leisurely leaned on the chair, his black eyes faintly looked at Jordan Astley, particularly dismissive. This is going to tear a face. I looked at him and suddenly felt sad.

The two men used to be friends who had experienced countless lives and deaths together, but now they became like this. I can't help sighing.

It took a long time for Brad Silverman to pick up the receiver and looked at Jordan Astley coldly then said, "She's so lucky!". He obviously, means me!

I pursed my lips and my hands clasped together, tightened. Because I used a lot of strength, I felt a lot of pain in my hands.

He took a faint breath and I quietly continued to listen to them.

Jordan Astley raised his eyebrows and looked grim, the said, "You know that she's innocent, and she shouldn't have been hurt by Lucas Flynn in the first place."

Brad Silverman looked up at me and slightly lowered his eyebrows, then said, "The scars on her face will never be erased for the rest of her life." I subconsciously raised my hand to touch the wound on my face and I felt a dull pain in my heart.

Jordan Astley disdained his words and said, "Brad Silverman, have you ever thought that you were wrong?"

"Impossible!", suddenly, Brad Silverman roared, his voice was a little heart-wrenching. "I can't be wrong. It's you, it's you!", pointing his finger to Jordan Astley.

Jordan Astley looked at him without rushing to open his mouth, but it was his burning gaze that made Brad Silverman's hand holding the receiver tremble. He smashed the receiver in his hand and was furiously mad. Jordan Astley looked at him and did not speak a word.

The police officer came and stopped Brad Silverman, who was angry. He looked at Jordan Astley and asked whether he wanted to continue the conversation. Jordan Astley shook his head and motioned the police officer to take him away, he looked gloomy while watching his friend's departure.

About ten minutes later, the person in charge of the prison came up, looked at Jordan Astley and said, "Boss Astley, the man is settled. Do you want to pass on a message?"

Jordan Astley handed him a letter in his hand and said, "Give him the letter and tell him that I will take loving care of Sunshine Weld." The man nodded and took the letter, perturbed.

Jordan Astley and I got out of the prison. I didn't understand. I looked at him and said, "You have a letter to Brad Silverman?" He shook his head and took out the cigarette. He was about to light it. When he saw me staring at him, he couldn't help but take it back.

He said faintly, "It was written to him by Krista Astley."

I shouldn't have asked about Krista Astley, but I was always curious and couldn't help it.

I can't help but say, "Jordan, can you tell me about Krista Astley?"

He raised his eyebrows and let the driver start the car, and the scenery outside the window rowed slowly.

For a long time, he looked at me and said, "Grandma always had a regret when she was young that she could not go back to her hometown. They have a courtyard with flowers and plants and have enough money to spend for three meals a day for the rest of her life with my grandfather, two other people, one dog, and one cat."

"Grandpa, a northerner, joined the army for three generations. He could have stayed in the capital and continued to rely on his ancestors' wealth and fame to do business and raise future generations. But because of Grandpa's sudden departure, Grandma's wish was not fulfilled until her death. Later, Grandpa went directly to Hempstead with several young children. For the future of his children, he started a business in Hempstead, so he became Grandpa Astley.", as he continued.

I listened quietly, slightly resting my head on his shoulder, as if he had never told me about the Astley family.

Pulled me closer to him, he went on, "Later, Grandpa Astley got better in business, but my grandfather still wanted the Astley's children to have a career of their own. He sent my aunt back to the capital, and later he asked Krista Astley and me to come to the capital so that we could have a choice of career. After I came to the capital, I became more acquainted with people of meaningful background, but I was cautious. Similarly, Krista also knew them. She was eccentric from an early age, but she was naive. At that time, there were always others in the mind of Brad Silverman, and he had no feelings for Krista Astley."

"Krista Astley chased him for two years, shamelessly, and then somehow, Brad Silverman unexpectedly agreed to be with her, but before long, Krista Astley broke up with him. She probably found Brad with someone."

"But why did she commit suicide later? Krista Astley was a very optimistic woman, even if she was brokenhearted, this kind of thing should not cause her to commit suicide."

Fu Shen didn't speak, but I noticed something wrong with his hands. This was the first time I saw this man fidgeting. He's was shaking!

I reached out to hold him, I was held by him, looked up at me, his eyes were a little wet, his voice choked, and for a moment he seemed speechless.

"Jordan, you don't have to say it. It's all right.", I said and did not ask any further questions.

He took a long breath, relaxed, and said, "I lost her that night. She called me several times, but I didn't answer. I didn't mean to. I thought she was as grumpy as usual. But never would I thought that she would go to the nightclub by herself. The capital ten years ago was not like this. Krista Astley was ruined that night."

It suddenly occurred to me that when I was in the hospital, he had a conversation with Andrew Biden, and I couldn't help but felt a pang in my heart.

I looked at him, and said with some uncertainty, "Was it Andrew Biden's people who did it?".

He nodded and said, "By the time Brad Silverman and I found Krista Astley, we saw her dirty and covered with blood. She was left in the alley next to the nightclub."

He suddenly looked upon me then said, "It was more than a dozen men and they've done those disgusting things to Krista Astley. They also destroyed her face; she was in the hospital for a whole month. She was so badly hurt that her reproductive system has broken down."

For a moment the hair at the back of my neck stood upright, my body trembled, and the fear in my heart almost made me unable to breathe.