Contract Marriage: Abusive Love with Mr.CEO Chapter 504 - 265: I Actually Care About You a Lot 5

Rebecca Quentin changed into slippers and walked toward the kitchen, "Let see if there’s anything to eat, otherwise we’ll go out to buy sothing."

Bottling up her anger, Christine Quinn finally erupted in the living room, "Rebecca Quentin, how long are you going to be a coward?!"

Rebecca Quentin’s footsteps suddenly halted at the kitchen door.

Christine Quinn walked over, handing her phone to Rebecca Quentin’s palm, "Call Howard Geoffrey, and ask him if his conscience has been eaten by a dog?"

Rebecca Quentin stood still, neither grasping the phone tightly.

Christine Quinn spat with resentnt, "I thought at least he’d rember the past, but who would’ve thought he could be so cold and heartless, watching you bear those undeserved accusations and social condemnation, and he could really do it, that bastard!!"

Rebecca Quentin took a deep breath and placed the phone aside, calmly saying, "Sis, there are so eggs in the fridge, how about we cook egg noodles tonight?"

Christine Quinn’s voice suddenly choked, "Becca, I won’t allow anyone to bully you like this, especially Howard Geoffrey... He’s now indulging that woman in doing harm to you, how can he act like this, has he really forgotten the vows you two once made?"

Christine Quinn’s words brought a slight burning sensation to Rebecca Quentin’s eyes; she lowered her long lashes to brush away the moisture that was about to gather, softly saying, "Let’s not talk about the past, it’s all gone."

"Then what about giving birth to Andrew for him?"

"Andrew was my decision at that ti, it has nothing to do with him."

"What about the two miscarriages?"

Rebecca Quentin could finally provide no answer.

Christine Quinn gently embraced Rebecca Quentin, showing concern, "For him, you turned your body into what it is now, you’ve spent your lifeti thoughts on him, yet he abandoned you over a small misunderstanding, is such a man even worth your protection?"

Rebecca Quentin leaned against Christine Quinn’s shoulder, tears began to drip out of her eyes, wetting Christine Quinn’s clothes.

Christine Quinn gently patted Rebecca Quentin’s thin back, consoling, "Well, let’s just see this as recognizing his true nature; if we can’t avoid him in the future, let’s pretend he’s invisible... such bullying people!"

Rebecca Quentin sobbed, tightly biting her lip, forbidding herself from crying aloud.

While hugging Rebecca Quentin, Christine Quinn inadvertently noticed the torn edges of Rebecca Quentin’s garnt, quickly pulled her away, and asked, "How did your clothes get ripped?"

Rebecca Quentin shook her head.

Christine Quinn carefully examined the tear in the clothing, "This doesn’t look like an accidental tear, it seems deliberate, did soone rough you up today?"

The grievances endured for days made Rebecca Quentin collapse into tears at this mont...

Christine Quinn pulled Rebecca Quentin back into her arms, angrily saying, "Damn, it must be those colleagues at your company, you’ve told you don’t get along well with them, they must be ridiculing you over this now, bullying you at work... I’ll settle this with them tomorrow!"

Today at "QCS," Rebecca Quentin had no intention of arguing with her colleagues, yet those people were unwilling to let her go; when she turned to leave, they tugged at her clothes, luckily, the manager appeared at that mont and severely punished them.

Rebecca Quentin wiped away her tears childishly, took several deep breaths, then maintained a smooth tone, "No need, sis, I’m going to New York tomorrow."

Christine Quinn suddenly pulled Rebecca Quentin away, sensitively blurting, "To New York?"

Rebecca Quentin nodded, "The headquarters has sothing that Manager Smith needs to handle in New York, I am her secretary, so I’ll accompany her."

Christine Quinn instantly sighed in relief, "You scared , I thought you... But, can you not go to New York?"

Rebecca Quentin sniffed, "I don’t want to delay my work because of personal matters."

"But New York..."

"Don’t worry, I won’t et him."

"New York is so big, theoretically it’s unlikely, but eting happens precisely when you don’t want it to."

"You forget he’s spending most of his ti in France now?"

"Oh, right... Then go, just treat it as a break, at least New York doesn’t have these monstrous colleagues, and this news probably hasn’t reached there." E Weekly Magazine’s distribution is only dostic, even if spread abroad, it’s not front-page news and doesn’t have much impact.