Rebecca Quentin followed Christine Quinn’s gaze, seeing Marilyn Quinn acting coy with Skyler Jones. Watching the father and daughter so close, Rebecca Quentin softly asked, "Sis, does Mr. Jones often stay with Marie?"
Christine Quinn nodded, "I must say, Skyler Jones’s only redeeming quality might be how much he dotes on Marie... Since Marie has been in Y City for more than a year, he has taken a lot of care with her. As long as he’s not on a business trip, he practically visits Marie every day and takes ti to play with her. Recently, with Marie not feeling well, he’s almost set aside all the company’s matters to stay with her in the hospital. It’s just that there are so many things at ’Oversky’ that required his presence today that he had to go in the morning."
Rebecca Quentin was taken aback, "What, he..."
"Hmm?"
"Nothing, I’m glad he cares for Marie." She realized she had misunderstood Skyler Jones.
Christine Quinn smiled, "In fact, without him, I might have been overwheld by Marie’s illness by now."
"Sis, you’ve accidentally revealed your feelings again."
Christine Quinn shot Rebecca Quentin a look, "Don’t talk nonsense. If not for Marie, he and I wouldn’t even be friends. I can only coexist with him peacefully because he’s Marie’s father, and I don’t want to make Marie sad."
"Actually, I’ve always hoped to see you and Mr. Jones start over."
"It’s impossible... I’ve decided that once Marie gets better, I’ll discuss with her. If she wants to stay with Skyler Jones, I’ll go back to Alton by myself."
Rebecca Quentin frowned in confusion, "Why?"
"I have my own life path to follow. I can’t be tied to Skyler Jones for all my life because of Marie."
"Sis..."
"Let’s not talk about it anymore. I haven’t even discussed this with Marie yet; everything must wait until she’s recovered."
Rebecca Quentin wanted to persuade her but was powerless since matters of the heart can’t be influenced by a third party.
Christine Quinn then changed the subject, "You flew to Y City early in the morning and spent the whole afternoon with at the hospital. You must be tired, so why not go back to the hotel for so rest? I’ll call you once old Mrs. Geoffrey arrives tonight."
Rebecca Quentin grabbed Christine Quinn’s hand and said earnestly, "I’m not tired... but you, you look as if you haven’t slept for days and nights. Why don’t you go rest? I’ll look after Marie tonight."
Christine Quinn shook her head, "Skyler Jones hired excellent caregivers, so no one needs to stay at the hospital overnight. It’s just that Marie can’t be without at night, so I stay at the hospital with her..."
"Alright then, I’ll head back to the hotel once old Mrs. Geoffrey arrives. Marie has her surgery early tomorrow, and I want to be there to cheer her on."
"Okay."
It wasn’t until eight in the evening that Mrs. Geoffrey finally arrived.
In the narrow hospital corridor, seeing Andrew sleeping in Jason Wood’s arms, Rebecca Quentin ran over...
Mrs. Geoffrey remained gentle towards Rebecca Quentin and nodded to Jason Wood when Rebecca Quentin was about to take Andrew into her arms.
Andrew, unaware he was in his mother’s arms, murmured when his sleep was disturbed, his little face sweetly nuzzling into Rebecca Quentin’s shoulder, falling back asleep.
Rebecca Quentin couldn’t control her tears...
She tightly embraced Andrew, sobbing uncontrollably.
Christine Quinn gently patted Rebecca Quentin’s trembling back, "Shh, don’t wake Andrew..."
Rebecca Quentin continuously kissed Andrew, trying hard to suppress her emotions, but she couldn’t stop her tears from falling.
Mrs. Geoffrey said, "He was playing throughout the flight, so he fell asleep out of exhaustion as soon as we landed..."
Rebecca Quentin sat down with Andrew in her lap, carefully observing his face.
Though only seven months had passed, the longing felt like a century...
Andrew had indeed grown a lot, his features more handso than half a year ago, yet the innocence remained...
Even asleep, he was as adorable as ever, with long eyelashes and rosy cheeks, making you want to kiss him endlessly.
Rebecca Quentin couldn’t take her eyes off Andrew’s sleeping face, finding it hard to believe how adorable and mischievous he had beco...
Mrs. Geoffrey was talking with Christine Quinn about Marilyn’s illness.
After a while, Mrs. Geoffrey ca over to Rebecca Quentin and softly said, "Becca, I have to take Andrew back to the hotel to rest; he’ll need milk when he wakes, and it’s inconvenient in the hospital."
Rebecca Quentin stood up holding Andrew, reluctantly uttering, "Auntie, can I take care of Andrew for a night?"
Mrs. Geoffrey looked troubled.
Christine Quinn hurriedly chid in, "Yes, you see, Andrew is asleep, and Becca hasn’t had a chance to really talk to him. Tomorrow morning Andrew has to go into the operating room with Marie so early..."
Mrs. Geoffrey chuckled, "You’ve misunderstood; it’s not that I don’t want Becca with Andrew, I’m just worried if Becca can handle him alone at night... Andrew still needs milk at night, and the formula is at the hotel, bringing it to Becca would be troubleso. Also, if Andrew wakes at night and sees Becca, we have no idea how he’ll react. What if he cries?"
Rebecca Quentin’s eyes fell in disappointnt. Yes, after six months, who knows if the child rembers her...
Christine Quinn could only agree with Mrs. Geoffrey.
Just as Rebecca Quentin was drowning in sadness, Mrs. Geoffrey added, "If Becca is willing to stay at the hotel where I’m staying, then there’s no problem."
Upon hearing this, Rebecca Quentin looked up sharply, joyfully asking, "Auntie, you an..."
Mrs. Geoffrey kindly smiled, "Andrew can sleep with you tonight. If anything happens, we’re in the next room, so it shouldn’t be a problem."
Rebecca Quentin nodded energetically, "Yes, yes."
Mrs. Geoffrey’s hotel was the renowned Cloud Hotel in Y City.
Throughout the journey to the hotel, Andrew stayed soundly asleep in Rebecca Quentin’s arms.
Jason Wood had already arranged a room at the hotel, so Rebecca Quentin was already there with Andrew in her arms.
Mrs. Geoffrey helped gently place Andrew on the bed and chuckled, "He wakes easily; if he finds no one around, he’ll start crying."
Rebecca Quentin sat at the bed’s edge, tucking the blanket around Andrew, softly replying, "That ans he knows he needs to feel secure."
"Yes."
"I’ll go next door to get the diapers and formula; he’ll sleep with you tonight."
"Thank you, Auntie."
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