CHAPTER 168: CHAPTER 95: THE UNWANTED LITTLE LIFE (1)

"Hmm."

Just before Howard Geoffrey was about to end the call, Mrs. Geoffrey seemed to suddenly remember something and asked, "By the way, isn’t today the day you and Becca are announcing your engagement? Where is Becca? Why haven’t I seen her today?"

"I’ll tell you when you get here!"

"Son..."

"Mom, I love you."

Straightforwardly ending the call, Howard Geoffrey turned to face Skyler Jones beside him, calmly saying, "You don’t need to go to New York, Mom has already flown here to see you herself!"

"Rebecca Quentin, I never loved you. In fact, the Quentin family, I won’t let any of them go! Forcing Alexander Quentin to his death, causing Christine Quinn to turn against Alexander, playing with you, these are just the beginning..."

"Howard Geoffrey!!"

"You wish you could kill me, don’t you?" He chuckled softly, "Fool, you still love me!"

Her chest heaved violently from her breaths, watching him laugh so brightly.

"Family ruined." He looked at her disdainfully, "The unresolved grudges of the previous generation you care nothing about are shadows I can never shake from my heart. If time could go back, I’d really want to take you back over twenty years ago, when you were like a flower nurtured in a greenhouse, with a father’s utmost love and a privileged family, while my former home, the happiest home in the world... was so easily destroyed. You really should have seen when my mother found out about my father’s affair, the horrific scene when she slit her wrists; if not for her two children, she would no longer be in this world... That year I was only ten, the father who loved me the most and the brother I respected the most disappeared from my world just like that... To pay for my education, my mother worked three jobs a day, I could never forget her white, beautiful hands becoming hideously deformed from washing dishes in restaurants... From that moment I swore, I would ruin the Quentin family, so even if Vivian Lindsey didn’t die, I wouldn’t let her have a good ending... My father, whom I regarded as the most outstanding and elegant man in the world from childhood to adulthood, was forced to betray his family by that dirty woman’s scheme and temptation, but he didn’t deserve to die; Alexander Quentin had no reason to take his life..."

His twisted expression made her heart tremble with fear, and she instinctively tried to escape, but he forcefully captured her.

With enough force to crush her wrist, he grabbed her and mockingly said, "Rebecca Quentin, do you know now why I hate? Do you know how much I hate?"

His dangerous breath brushed against her face; she felt a fear and despair she had never known, "Let me go!"

He laughed darkly, "Let go? No, how could I bear to let you go, I want you, have you forgotten?"

"Let go..."

"I know you’ve always wanted to ask me if I ever cared about the child we lost, I’m happy to tell you, no!! If it weren’t for that child being able to save my brother’s daughter, I wouldn’t have kept that child at all, having a child for me—you will never be worthy!"

She was fixed to the spot, the cruel truth he spat out piercing her heart like a sharp sword, her eyes blurred, and the world suddenly swayed before her eyes.

"If your father knew your pitiful state now, he might jump out from the ground... unfortunately, he can no longer help you."

She slowly let out a hoarse voice, "I will never forgive you..."

He burst into laughter and replied, "You’re still so naive, why would I need your forgiveness, you should rather seek your own fortune, hopefully, you can live well in the days to come!"

She stood in front of him, suddenly cold as deathly silence.

Suddenly, blood oozed from her wrist, drop by drop tracing down her slender fingertips onto the soft wool carpet, and her pale appearance looked like a soulless ghost, terrifying to the extreme.

He had never felt pressure on his chest before, but now it felt like he couldn’t breathe, her death unexpectedly also made him inexplicably desperate...

Soon after, she collapsed to the ground, the room filled with the winding blood oozing from her slashed wrists...

He had rushed over, yet still didn’t catch her, she just fell straight to the ground...

He roared, no...

He didn’t want... he didn’t want this... Becca... don’t do this...

No...

"Becca!!"

He was startled awake by the nightmare.