Suddenly, he ordered Jason, "Call the housekeeper here."
"Yes."
At that mont, Jason, who already felt uneasy around Howard Geoffrey, walked out as if he had been granted a release.
Shortly after, the housekeeper ca in...
Howard Geoffrey asked the housekeeper in a cold voice, "During the days I wasn’t here, did anything happen in the house?"
The housekeeper thought for a few seconds, then replied, "Nothing much happened with the others, it’s just Miss Quentin..."
Howard Geoffrey narrowed his sharp eyes, "What about her?"
The housekeeper said, "A few days ago, the servants said that Miss Quentin wanted to take dicine to terminate the child, but the old lady stopped her..."
Howard Geoffrey’s eyes, filled with a chilly darkness, narrowed into a line, "Take dicine to terminate the child?"
"Yes, the old lady already threw the dicine away, and she was worried that Miss Quentin might do sothing rash, so she asked us to pay extra attention to Miss Quentin!"
Bam—
A fist slamd heavily against the white wall beside Howard Geoffrey.
The housekeeper was startled, almost staggering.
Howard Geoffrey’s face was ashen, and the light shooting from the depths of his dark eyes was increasingly sharp.
The housekeeper kept his head down, not even daring to breathe.
At this mont, Howard Geoffrey’s voice, radiating danger, ca through, "Summon Miss Quentin down."
"Yes."
The housekeeper hurriedly left the study.
He knocked on Rebecca Quentin’s room door on the second floor, seeing Andrew asleep on the bed, and softly called out, "Miss Quentin."
After opening the door, Rebecca Quentin returned to the bedside to tuck Andrew in, "Hmm?"
"Mr. Geoffrey requests your presence in the study on the first floor."
Rebecca Quentin paused slightly in her action of tucking in the blanket. She finished and turned to look at the housekeeper, "He’s back?"
The housekeeper nodded, "Mr. Geoffrey asks you to co down now."
Looking at the stern face of the housekeeper, a sudden bad premonition grew in Rebecca Quentin’s heart, especially when the housekeeper kindly reminded her, "Miss Quentin, Mr. Geoffrey seems very angry."
The study door was already open, and as soon as she got close, she could feel a chill pressing in.
Rebecca Quentin hesitated for a second in front of the study door, then stepped in.
Howard Geoffrey sat behind the desk, his sinister black eyes firmly locking onto her.
Rebecca Quentin t Howard Geoffrey’s gaze and was imdiately intimidated by the dangerous coldness in his eyes, causing her body to tremble slightly.
Howard Geoffrey’s face was pale as he suppressed his emotions, speaking in a cold voice, "What have you decided during the days I wasn’t here?"
Rebecca Quentin looked straight ahead, her eyes vacant as if he wasn’t even in her sight. "I don’t think there’s anything to consider."
At that mont, Howard Geoffrey stood up.
His proud figure exuded an overpowering aura as he approached Rebecca Quentin.
Rebecca Quentin stood straight, her defiant deanor showing no sign of fear.
Howard Geoffrey looked down at Rebecca Quentin, his pupils contracted, anger bursting out, as he coldly spat, "I thought if I gave you more ti, you’d think it over clearly, but your heart has turned this cold and hard!!"
Rebecca Quentin looked at him puzzled, "Cold and hard?"
Howard Geoffrey’s gaze was piercing, his voice chilling, "The servants told you wanted to take dicine to terminate the child, is that right?"
So that’s what he ant by cold and hard... This was nothing but a misunderstanding. However, at this mont, facing his aggressive stance, she wasn’t willing to explain to him at all, and besides, there was no need to explain; if she could harden her heart, perhaps such a decision was indeed the best one.
Rebecca Quentin, aggrieved, answered, "Yes, I never thought of keeping the child."
"Rebecca Quentin, you’ve gone too far!!"
Howard Geoffrey’s forehead veins bulged, and the words squeezed out through his teeth were mixed with rage he tried hard to suppress.
Confronted with his harsh questioning, Rebecca Quentin, already filled with grievances, imdiately teared up, holding back the sourness at the tip of her nose; she looked up at him, painfully uttering, "I went too far? Howard Geoffrey, shouldn’t this sentence be reversed and said by to you?"
Her reddened eyes instantly struck a chord in the softest part of his heart.
"Five years ago, when you hard my father, you should have known I would never forgive the person who killed my father. Yet you, not only concealed everything but also made feel guilty for my parents’ debt to your family for all these years. I longed to repay your family on behalf of my parents, so even after you hurt so much all this ti, I never thought of leaving you because I wanted to stay by your side all my life to make it up to you... But until today, I found out that my family never owed yours, my daddy’s death was caused by you, who is the real bully, Howard Geoffrey, is there anyone more hypocritical, selfish, and cruel than you in this world?"
As she spoke, tears fell, and she thought of the years entangled with him, the scars on her heart left by him, torn open vividly as if by force.
In reality, she wasn’t as strong as others imagined...
As early as when he ca back from Foam Island to deceive her that one ti, she could no longer hold on...
She had long wanted to stay away from him, to find a peaceful environnt in this life where no one would disturb or hurt her, to live an ordinary life.
But when he sought her out again, she still couldn’t refuse...
Does he know why?
Because she believed his darkness stemd from his broken childhood family...
She felt sorry for him and longed to lead him out of such darkness, hoping to make up for her parents’ debt to his family through her own efforts.
So, after being given five years of her compensation, how does he have the right to question her now?
Rebecca Quentin’s tears, like a flood, wetted her entire small face.
Howard Geoffrey gazed at her, watching those sparkling tears slide down her face like broken pearls; he suddenly pulled her into his arms.
At this mont, his tenderness for her replaced all his emotions...
"I’m sorry..."
He closed his eyes, kissed her cheek, and whispered in a hoarse voice by her ear.
Unexpectedly pulled into his embrace, the familiar male scent she always missed entered her nostrils.
She once longed most for him to be by her side and support her when she felt lost and helpless...
Therefore, at this mont, when he held her, her tears fell even more heavily, yet she wanted to reach out, embrace him, and throw all the unhappiness and troubles at him...
She longed for him to tell her that it was all just a misunderstanding and that they could still continue to be together...
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