Howard Geoffrey lowered his head and kissed Becca’s eyelashes affectionately, saying, "I don’t want to leave you ho alone."
He always spoke like that, as if his words were laced with honey. She didn’t know how to respond, so she chose to remain silent and let him carry her into the bathroom.
In the middle of the night, Rebecca Quentin was awakened by a sudden phone call. Due to her fatigue from the first half of the night, she was too sleepy to open her eyes. The phone rang for quite so ti, and when she couldn’t stand the noise anymore, she finally reached out to find it.
With her eyes still closed, she pressed the answer button. The caller was Aunt Clare.
After hearing what Aunt Clare had to say, Rebecca Quentin suddenly sat up, her eyes wide open and staring in shock.
Aunt Clare’s voice ca faintly from the phone, "Miss, please co back ho quickly. The Quentins are in chaos, and you need to take charge of your father’s funeral arrangents..."
"What funeral arrangents?" Rebecca Quentin’s eyes widened, as if she couldn’t accept the reality.
She heard Aunt Clare sobbing on the phone, "Miss, your father has passed away..."
"That’s impossible, Aunt Clare! Stop talking nonsense..." Rebecca’s emotions surged as she jumped out of bed, tears streaming down her face. "You’re making things up! I’m going ho right away..."
"Miss..."
Stumbling, Rebecca Quentin changed her clothes and rushed out of the room. However, it wasn’t until she reached the door that she realized Howard Geoffrey didn’t seem to be in the room...
At this mont, she wanted him to accompany her back ho, but she didn’t know when he had left... It seed that whenever she needed him, he wasn’t by her side.
「The next morning.」
"Daddy... Daddy..."
Watching Alexander Quentin’s body being taken away by the funeral ho staff, Rebecca Quentin sobbed uncontrollably.
Aunt Clare supported a devastated Rebecca Quentin, tears in her own eyes. "Miss, please restrain your grief. Your father wouldn’t want to see you this upset..."
"Why did he do this... Daddy, how could you leave all alone?" Tears stread down Rebecca Quentin’s face as she cried inconsolably.
At that mont, an older servant hurriedly ran up to Rebecca Quentin and said anxiously, "Miss, there are many reporters outside, all asking about your father’s suicide..."
"Damn it! Have these people no humanity?" Aunt Clare couldn’t help but swear angrily. "Chase them all away, or we’ll sue them for trespassing..."
「In the afternoon.」
A group of people arrived at the Quentin residence.
There were police officers, funeral ho staff, and Quentin’s top-level executives.
Each person ca to discuss their duties with Rebecca Quentin, but at this mont, she was sitting dazed on the sofa, comfortingly held by Aunt Clare.
The police officer was the first to speak, "Miss Quentin, to rule out the possibility that Mr. Quentin was murdered, we need you to cooperate with us and tell us about the last conversation you had with your father."
Next was the funeral ho staff, "Miss Quentin, in order for Mr. Quentin to rest in peace sooner, we suggest you decide on a date for his mourning ceremony as soon as possible."
Quentin’s senior executives anxiously added, "Miss Quentin, Mr. Quentin’s sudden departure has left Quentin in chaos, and we hope you can step in to manage the situation as soon as possible."
Various issues relating to Alexander Quentin’s death lay before Rebecca Quentin, demanding her imdiate attention. However, having been sheltered by her father her entire life and never having dealt with any ergency, she didn’t know what to do...
Unwilling to see Rebecca Quentin being pushed by these people, Aunt Clare indignantly said, "Can you all give our Miss a night to rest and deal with these things tomorrow?"
Others agreed, but Quentin’s executives couldn’t help but express their concerns, "Miss Quentin, we know you’re in pain now, but Quentin does have urgent matters needing your prompt decision..."
Aunt Clare was about to curse, but Rebecca Quentin softly spoke up at that mont, "You can all wait for in my father’s study!"
Aunt Clare worriedly said, "Miss..."
Rebecca Quentin gently shook her head, trying to suppress the pain in her voice, and calmly said, "Quentin is my father’s life’s work, and I don’t want to delay it." Despite reminding herself to stay strong, ntioning her father caused her eyes, which had finally dried, to moisten again.
Aunt Clare said, "Miss, you don’t understand the complicated business world. Why not let Mr. Geoffrey help you?"
Rebecca Quentin almost imdiately replied, "No need!"
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