CHAPTER 86: CHAPTER 53: ACTUALLY, I DO CARE 1_2

God knows how embarrassed she was. She couldn’t explain it to Mrs. Geoffrey, and when she was forced to drink the soup, she really wanted to find a hole to bury herself in.

Finally, a week later, at lunch today, Mrs. Geoffrey didn’t force her to drink the soup. But just as she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she heard Mrs. Geoffrey say, "Becca, I have to go out today and I may be back very late. You be a good girl and stay home, and I’ll have Howard come over tonight."

"What... what?" Rebecca Quentin’s eyes widened in shock. She had tried to speak, but choked on her food, temporarily unable to say anything.

Mrs. Geoffrey thought Rebecca had choked from eating too quickly and patted her back gently, saying with concern, "You’re a grown woman now; how can you still be so careless when eating..."

「In the afternoon」

Rebecca paced back and forth in her room.

What should I do? What should I do?

Mrs. Geoffrey had brought her to the United States with the natural aim of getting her and Howard Geoffrey together, so arranging such an evening was perfectly understandable. However, after last time, she was truly frightened...

In fact, I don’t want to see him at all, but I can’t refuse either. I’m really struggling right now.

"Miss Quentin."

A servant’s voice from outside the door interrupted Rebecca’s thoughts.

Rebecca suppressed her agitation and responded politely, "Yes, I’m here."

"Miss Quinn is here. She said she wants to see you."

Christine Quinn?

She actually came... Is she here to declare her sovereignty while Mrs. Geoffrey is out?

「A few minutes later」

Rebecca came downstairs.

At this moment, Christine Quinn was sitting on the living room sofa, elegantly drinking tea.

Rebecca walked over and stood in front of Christine, calmly asking, "The servant said you wanted to see me. Is there something you need?"

Actually, she didn’t harbor much resentment towards Christine. She could understand everything Christine had done, but she couldn’t agree with her methods of revenge, so she wouldn’t be friendly to her just because of their familial ties.

Christine glanced at Rebecca and asked, "Are all you Quentins so shameless?"

"Let me remind you, you also have Quentin blood flowing in your veins."

Christine put down her cup and stood up. Looking at Rebecca, she didn’t get angry but slowly said, "Sharp tongue!"

Rebecca didn’t back down, countering, "Compared to you, I’m probably still far behind."

She wasn’t stupid. She knew that Christine revealing the deal between her father and Howard Geoffrey that night was meant to hurt her even more deeply. It was just that back then, she hadn’t learned to be strong. Now she understood and knew how to protect herself.

"Alright, let me be clear about why I’m here. I want you to leave the United States."

"And let me briefly state my intentions. I won’t let what you’ve all done to me slide."

"You all?" Christine’s pretty brows tightened. "If you’re referring to the fake gang rape I arranged four years ago, you can direct all your anger at me. It had nothing to do with Howard."

Rebecca’s eyes widened instantly. Fake?

Christine added, "Think about it. When you woke up four years ago, apart from seeing a few condoms on the floor, did you actually feel like you had been violated?"

At that time, she had also doubted the truth. But because of the intense pain in her chest, her body had essentially gone numb. Later, when she was hospitalized, the doctor heard the police officers’ description of the scene. Seeing Aunt Clare’s intervention, and to avoid causing Rebecca secondary trauma, the doctor never actually performed a thorough examination on her...

Rebecca tried to stay calm. "How can I believe what you’re saying?"

"You can choose not to believe it, but that’s the truth." As she spoke, Christine took out her phone, tapped the screen a few times, and then said, "I sent you a video. Jason Wood filmed it. I personally staged that charade."

This revelation was a shock to Rebecca. She quickly took out her phone and pressed play on the video.

Sure enough, the video showed Christine disheveling Rebecca’s clothes and scattering condoms around her...

Rebecca stood there in astonishment. "But I clearly found out..."

Christine interrupted her, "Are you talking about the private investigator you hired? To be honest, I’ve known your every move for the past four years... But let’s not talk about that for now. As for that private investigator you hired, although his skills were poor, he still managed to trace Bob, one of Jason Wood’s subordinates, through that tattoo. However, the scene you saw of Bob ordering men to assault you was actually something I arranged beforehand. I only made my move after you fainted... As for the injury on your chest, I actually didn’t know about that either. If Jason Wood hadn’t accidentally let slip that he was recently investigating this matter, I wouldn’t have even known that Howard actually cared about you..."

At this moment, Rebecca couldn’t care less about Christine’s mention of Howard’s concern. All she felt was anguish, her eyes stinging. Although it felt as if a great weight had been lifted from her heart, the pain and torment she had endured for the past four years overwhelmed her, causing her to scream hysterically, unable to control the fury boiling inside, "Christine Quinn, why did you do this? Why?!"

"Why?" Christine sneered. "Why don’t you ask your father, Alexander Quentin?"

Rebecca tried her best to suppress her emotions, but the words that spilled out of her carried intense resentment. "We can’t know the grudges of the previous generation. Perhaps Daddy really owed your mother and you a great deal. But you’ve already had your revenge! You ruined my life and took everything from the Quentin family! Why can’t you just let it go? Do you think staging such a charade is fun? Will all of you only be satisfied when you see me in pain?"

Seeing Rebecca’s desperate sobs, Christine couldn’t bear to look and turned her face away. She spoke in her usual proud and cold tone, "This is what your Quentin family owes me."

Rebecca screamed, her voice turning hoarse as she began to back away, "But I don’t owe you anything!"

At this moment, it seemed Christine had been struck in her most vulnerable spot. She clutched her chest and gasped out in despair, "If you had also been raped by men sent by your own biological father, I believe you wouldn’t be saying this now!"

What... what?

The previously tense atmosphere vanished in an instant; everything around them seemed to freeze. An uncanny silence descended.