Over the next few days, I focused entirely on work.
It wasn't that I loved working. I needed a distraction. Otherwise, I kept thinking about my dad and my grandpa, and whenever I thought of them, I wanted to go with them.
The court held a hearing over the lawsuit against our agency. Disputes like this were decided quickly.
The apartment where Li Xiumei had died was ruled a stigmatized property. As the intermediary, we had failed in our duty to inform the buyer, so we bore half the liability.
Naturally, we felt wronged. We hadn't known it was a stigmatized property either. We had only found out afterward.
But since we couldn't provide evidence of that, the court couldn't establish that we hadn't known. Our agency and the seller each had to bear fifty percent of the liability.
Meng Yifan had to pay out 150,000 yuan.
He barely had any savings left, so I transferred him 150,000 yuan to pay the compensation in full.
After we left the courthouse, he was practically mute. He didn't speak for a long time, and he looked awful.
I comforted him, saying we could earn the money back. The court had already ruled, so we had to pay. We might as well think of it as losing money to ward off disaster.
"If losing the money really would ward off disaster, I'd accept it. But ever since we got involved with that apartment, we've barely had a good day." Meng Yifan's eyes reddened as he spoke.
I didn't know what to say either, because he was right.
Ever since we got involved with that apartment, Meng Yifan, Song Xiaotian, and I had all suffered, each worse than the last.
I had suffered the most.
"Did you sell your car?" Meng Yifan suddenly asked