CHAPTER 142: CHAPTER 81: HOWARD GEOFFREY’S REVENGE (PART 2)

"Auntie..." Understanding the difficulties Mrs. Geoffrey faced back then, Rebecca Quentin consoled, "You were forced into it at the time, and I think your eldest son will surely be able to forgive and understand you when he grows up."

Mrs. Geoffrey shook her head in sorrow, "No, he can never forgive me. You can never imagine the ruthless and harsh way I forced him to go with his father. I know, even if he sees me now, he could never forgive me, and what’s more, I don’t even know where he is now..."

Rebecca was confused, "Why can’t you find him? With Howard Geoffrey’s power, wouldn’t it be easy to find his older brother?"

Mrs. Geoffrey replied in despair, "Howard has indeed been looking, but there has been no result all these years... I only know that in the fifth year after my separation from my ex-husband, the news reported that he lost his life in a traffic accident. I went to where he lived, searching the whole world for my eldest son, but I could never find him..."

As Mrs. Geoffrey spoke, tears slid down her cheeks, her heart aching.

Rebecca hugged Mrs. Geoffrey’s trembling body from sobbing, comforting, "Auntie, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have made you recall these. Please don’t be sad. I believe in the bond of mother and child, and as long as Geoffrey’s older brother is still in this world, you two will certainly meet."

"I hate my ex-husband, I hate myself for being useless even more, but most of all I hate that woman... She ruined my happy family, causing my two children to wander from place to place, especially my eldest son, who I have wronged the most. Now I don’t even have the chance to see him... It’s karma. She died with my ex-husband in the car accident... Ha, Vivian Lindsey, this woman, she showed up all proud before me back then. I doubt she ever imagined there’d be such retribution."

"Vivian Lindsey?" Rebecca became inexplicably sensitive to the three words Mrs. Geoffrey mentioned.

Mentioning this person, the pain on Mrs. Geoffrey’s face became more apparent, "Yes, with a name that seems so pure, but in essence, she’s a cunning vixen..."

Vivian Lindsey...

Vivian Lindsey...

Rebecca’s mind repeated these three words over and over, and suddenly, a deeply buried memory switch was flicked on. An image flashed through her mind—

She couldn’t remember how old she was then, only that one day she was hiding in her father’s study playing hide-and-seek with the maid. She accidentally heard her father come in from outside. Just as she was about to surprise him, she realized that her father was on the phone. His face was ashen, a terrifying look she had never seen before. She only heard her father trying hard to control his emotions, saying to the person on the phone, "Vivian Lindsey, are you really this heartless, giving up on our daughter for that man?"

It was the only time in her life she saw rage on her father’s face...

Back then, she was still young and had no idea who the "Vivian Lindsey" her father mentioned was. After all, she grew up without a mother and never associated "Vivian Lindsey" with her mom. As she grew up, this memory gradually faded from her mind...

"Becca, Becca..."

Until Mrs. Geoffrey’s voice brought Rebecca back from daze, and she awkwardly said, "Sorry, Auntie..."

Mrs. Geoffrey expressed concern, "You look pale; did I frighten you with my outburst?"

Rebecca gently shook her head, "No, I just suddenly felt a little dizzy..." She propped her forehead with her hand, feigning physical discomfort.

Mrs. Geoffrey immediately became worried, "No appetite and feeling dizzy, Becca, you aren’t..." Mrs. Geoffrey’s face showed delight, but suddenly turned dim again, "It shouldn’t be so soon..."

"Auntie, I’m not pregnant, just dizzy, maybe because of my period." Rebecca lied, using it as a plausible excuse, hoping to quell any expectations Mrs. Geoffrey had about her being pregnant.

Mrs. Geoffrey was indeed disappointed, but she continued to care for Rebecca, "That’s okay, let nature take its course with children. Since you’re not feeling well, I’ll have the maid help you upstairs to rest for a bit..."

"Alright."

Returning to her room, locking the door, Rebecca sat dazedly on the edge of the bed.

Why did she feel such a sinister fear at this moment? As if she was suddenly ensnared in a massive, dark net, suffocating her...

Vivian Lindsey?

She believed many people in the world share the same name, but why couldn’t she see this name as just that of a stranger, rather than her mother?

Yes, because of the letter her father gave her...

She sensitively recalled a line from that letter—"You shouldn’t delve into the darkness of my generation."

Why would her father describe his generation as dark?

Why did he keep emphasizing the need to clarify her relationship with Howard Geoffrey and make decisive choices?

Why did she always carry an indistinct resentment towards Howard Geoffrey?

These were seemingly inexplicable questions, yet now there seemed to be a reason that made sense: the "Vivian Lindsey" Mrs. Geoffrey mentioned was her biological mother...

She found it hard to believe such a bizarre connection existed between the Quentin and Geoffrey families, but everything that happened faintly urged her to accept this fact.

Why was it like this?

Was her father’s warning her to stay away from Howard Geoffrey a hint that her mother once destroyed the harmony of the Geoffrey family? Was there a possibility that Howard Geoffrey might vent his resentment on her? Also, she’d asked Aunt Clare countless times about her mother, but Aunt Clare always hesitated, never willing to share any information about the previous generation. Was she also trying to hide this from her?

Too many questions filled Rebecca’s mind. Finally, she picked up her phone and dialed Aunt Clare’s number.

"Hello..."

"Miss." Aunt Clare’s voice was cheerful.

"Aunt Clare, I have something to ask you."

"Hmm, go ahead."

"Was my mother the home wrecker who broke the Geoffrey family apart?"

Seemingly not expecting Rebecca to ask such a question, Aunt Clare was silent for a long time before finally asking, "How did you find out?"

Rebecca could no longer hold back, speaking seriously, "How I found out doesn’t matter. The key is, I need to know the whole story. Aunt Clare, please tell me."

Aunt Clare resorted to her usual evasiveness, "Miss, I..."