Never thought that one person’s actions could affect two generations...
No matter how it’s said, the truth is my mother indeed destroyed what was once a beautiful family by being a ho wrecker, and my father truly is the real culprit behind Stephen Geoffrey’s death. So, it’s understandable that the Geoffrey family holds resentnt against the Quentin family, but...
"My sister is different from . She lived a hard life with her mother since she was little, and she has nothing to do with Vivian Lindsey. Why can’t you show so rcy?"
"I can only say she was unlucky, fate arranged for her to et and for to learn she’s Alexander Quentin’s daughter."
"How can you speak so easily? Do you realize you might have ruined my sister’s life?"
"You’re wrong, it’s not easy for . Howard Geoffrey and I will never find peace in this lifeti. I believe even now, he and I can vividly recall the scene of my father bringing Vivian Lindsey to our ho to inform my mother about their divorce. I will forever rember Vivian Lindsey’s smug expression..."
"But..."
At this mont, Skyler Jones stood up, his voice cold, "Sorry, Becca, I’m not in the mood to discuss this with you today!"
Rebecca Quentin stood up as well and asked, "Do you really intend to take my sister to Y City?"
"Isn’t that why you brought here?"
"I wanted you to have a good talk with my sister, but I don’t want you to force her. I don’t want her to suffer any more harm."
Skyler Jones gazed intently at Rebecca Quentin’s delicate face. Even when facing Christine Quinn, who once hurt her, she could remain so considerate and forgiving.
Skyler Jones suddenly smiled, "Becca, do you know why you can change , but Christine Quinn can’t?"
Rebecca Quentin looked confused.
Skyler Jones smiled as he answered, "Because of your kindness and your ability to go with the flow, very few won in this world can compare."
After saying this, Skyler Jones turned around with a smile and walked away.
In the evening, Howard Geoffrey returned to his apartnt in New York City and tiredly tossed his suit jacket and car keys onto the floor before walking towards the window while loosening his tie.
Through the large glass wall, he could see the entire night view of New York City.
The countless city lights seed to remind him of the world’s hustle and bustle.
Cars flowed like water beneath him, drawing beautiful arcs.
In such a noisy world, his own world was surprisingly quiet.
Returning to this empty room, alone, he felt quite out of place.
His mind wandered back to that day and night spent with her in the hotel, her every expression captivating him.
Was she asleep now? If not, what was she doing?
The next mont, his phone screen was already playing a video.
She wasn’t asleep yet, wearing pajamas, gently rocking a cradle.
She seed troubled, with no smile on her face, speaking to the child in the cradle.
"Andrew, mommy is really worried... I’m concerned about your aunt’s matters, but my own issues are a ss too... Tell , am I too useless, still unsettled because of that person..."
"Andrew, tell , why does he keep coming here every day if he doesn’t care about when he already has a pregnant wife..."
In the video, Rebecca Quentin’s eyes were moist, the light from the room casting a star-like glow in her eyes, "When he asked why I didn’t call during your birth, my heart truly ached... I didn’t want to tell him, I really wished he could be by my side when I gave birth to you, I was so scared alone, but I couldn’t show it, because I can’t rely on him. The road ahead is long to walk alone..."
Standing by the window, Howard Geoffrey used another phone to dial her number.
Holding the phone to his ear, he watched the video screen, capturing her every move.
Hearing the phone ring, she walked over to the bedside table and picked up her phone.
Seeing an unfamiliar number, she hesitantly pressed the answer button, "Hello..."
"It’s ." He said softly, with infinite tenderness in his eyes as he looked at her in the video.
Upon hearing his voice, her face visibly paled, and she hurriedly pressed the hang-up button.
Her every action was clearly caught in his gaze...
He patiently dialed again.
She looked at the constantly vibrating phone, seemingly hesitant, but finally took the phone and directly turned it off.
The next day.
"President, next week France will launch the Hope City International Project, and the project has already been tendered in Paris. The French governnt has sent an invitation, inviting you to attend the project’s bidding banquet, scheduled for next Wednesday..."
Secretary Lisa Cecily was dutifully reporting to Howard Geoffrey.
Howard Geoffrey sat behind his desk, expression solemn, with his phone lightly spinning in his hand.
Lisa Cecily respectfully asked, "President, you were scheduled to leave New York on Monday, do you need to change your itinerary now?"
Howard Geoffrey seed in deep thought and didn’t respond to Lisa Cecily imdiately.
Lisa Cecily cautiously called out again, "President..."
Howard Geoffrey seed to snap out of his thoughts, "Hmm, the itinerary does need to be adjusted."
Lisa Cecily felt her boss appeared a bit distracted these past two days, yet marvelously, he could multitask, managing to listen to her report even while pondering sothing else.
Lisa Cecily asked again, "The timing is tight. Are you still departing New York on Monday, President?"
Howard Geoffrey reflected briefly, then replied, "The schedule stays. On Wednesday, I’ll fly to Paris directly from Alden!"
"Understood, I’ll arrange the ti and reply to that invitation for you."
"Okay."
"Is there anything else you need, President? If not, I’ll take my leave."
As Lisa Cecily was about to turn and leave, she suddenly seed to rember sothing and turned back, "President, there’s one more matter... Mr. Robinson, the International Business Director, has tried to call several tis, expressing he can’t reach you. He requests you return his call when you have a mont."
"I understand."
Lisa Cecily added, "From the tone of Mr. Robinson’s recent calls, he seed a bit unhappy. President, it might be regarding your situation with Miss Alice."
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