It seems everyone is busy with their own lives, each moving towards a better future, except for her, who seems unable to see what’s coming.
The lodious ringtone of the phone interrupted Rebecca Quentin’s thoughts at that mont. She paused her gentle rocking of the cradle, stood up, and picked up the phone.
Seeing the number flash on the screen, Rebecca’s face shifted from faint sorrow to joy, "Hello..."
"Miss, happy birthday!"
The caller was Aunt Clare, with her usual warm voice.
"Thank you."
"I’m sorry I can’t be there with you, I really wish I could be by your side to take care of you."
Rebecca chuckled lightly, "What do I need you to take care of? I’m living with my sister, she’s really good to . Take today, for instance; I ntioned it was my birthday this morning, and she imdiately took a day off to celebrate with at ho, even bought a huge cake..."
"Hearing you say that, I’m relieved..."
"Aunt Clare, don’t worry about ... uh, I have another call coming in, I’ll call you back next ti, bye for now." Hastily ending the call, Rebecca pressed the answer button again.
"Becca..."
This ti, it was Isabella’s voice that filled her ears.
Rebecca lightly bit her lip, "Mm."
"Happy birthday, may you stay forever young, and live happily with little Andy."
"Thank you."
"Becca, I bought you a few pieces of clothing and have already sent them over. I rember you used to love that brand, I’m sure you’ll like them."
Rebecca did not reply for a long ti.
Isabella on the other end couldn’t help but ask, "Becca, why aren’t you speaking?"
Rebecca’s nose tingled with sadness, she choked and replied, "Isabella, such nice clothes, they’re not suitable for anymore."
Isabella sensed the sorrow in Rebecca’s words and spoke tenderly, "Don’t say that, Becca, I..."
Rebecca suddenly smiled, "Fool, I’m joking with you, how could I not like the clothes you choose, I’m very happy..." Back when she was a pampered debutante, her house was filled with countless branded clothes, and she used to send so to Isabella. She never expected the roles to reverse now.
"Becca, I heard from Roger Leonard that Mr. Geoffrey hasn’t been in New York for the past few days, is he..."
Rebecca’s gaze grew dim, "I don’t know about his matters, nor do I want to ntion him."
"Alright, let’s not talk about him... How’s your son, is he still being well-behaved?"
"Mm, he’s very obedient..." Rebecca glanced at the innocent face in the cradle, her face showing a tender smile of motherhood, "He’s sleeping."
"Wow, I’d love to see what he looks like now, he must be so cute, right?"
"All children are cute. If you love kids so much, why not have one with General Leonard already?"
Isabella felt embarrassed, "I don’t want to, I’m in no hurry..."
Hearing the shyness in Isabella’s words, Rebecca laughed, "You’re not in a hurry, but maybe soone else is?"
After finishing the call with Isabella, Rebecca smiled faintly.
Hearing Isabella talk about her sweet monts with General Leonard, she genuinely felt happy for Isabella...
Their eting was rather accidental, yet they hit it off imdiately. Both have carefree and lively personalities, and she believes they will harmonize in the future.
Finding soone in this life whom you love and who also loves you is really, really hard. She truly envies Isabella for finally finding a good match; General Leonard is a great man who will surely bring Isabella happiness.
So where is her own happiness?
A handso face suddenly flashed through her mind...
The happiness she once believed in now only left her with a persistent ache in her heart.
She still rembers asking him if he would be good to her for the rest of her life.
Back then, he resolutely answered her―yes.
It was because of his promise that she chose to go forward with him without hesitation...
She must admit, at that ti, she really lacked reason and self-respect, purely fantasizing about their future, unwilling to miss the chance to be with him. However, the truth proved she made the wrong choice.
Everything he said was a lie, it was all...
She blad her naivety at the ti for believing it so readily, thinking about it now, she was indeed foolish. Even after two years of marriage with daily company, there wasn’t a shred of care, so how could she have fallen deeply in love in just a few days on the island? Ultimately, she was foolish...
In the afternoon, ding-dong―
Rebecca had just lulled the child to sleep and upon hearing the doorbell, quickly walked downstairs to avoid waking the child.
Quickly reaching the door on the first floor, Rebecca’s hand had just touched the doorknob when her heart suddenly felt a pang.
Why would soone visit at this ti of the afternoon?
She had lived here for so long and aside from the landlady occasionally dropping by, there were hardly any visitors. Moreover, it had been a while since the landlady had visited...
She didn’t know why, but she had a strong premonition that soone might co...
She did not want that person to co at all, yet the feeling was so palpable.
Hesitating, with her hand resting on the doorknob, Rebecca thought to herself that if Howard Geoffrey truly ca, there would be no way to stop him despite her resistance. Finally, Rebecca turned the doorknob.
The next second...
She didn’t know whether to feel relieved or disappointed by her premonition; outside stood a delivery man holding a box.
"Miss Rebecca Quentin?"
"Yes."
"Your parcel, please sign here." The delivery man spoke politely.
It seed the clothes Isabella sent her had arrived...
Rebecca signed her na and carried the box into the house.
Worried about leaving Andrew alone, Rebecca carried the box back to the room on the second floor.
Andrew was still sleeping...
Rebecca pulled up the little blanket for her son and glanced at the box.
Suddenly, Rebecca placed the box on the bed, opening it.
Sure enough, inside were a few neatly boxed elegant dresses...
This brand’s clothes were indeed her favorite from before, Isabella had a good eye, choosing styles that suited her well.
Seeing these clothes instantly brought her back to the past...
Before turning twenty, she led a life of being waited on, whenever she wanted sothing or wanted to do sothing, she’d act coyly in front of her father, never having any worries... Back then, she was truly carefree.
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