Three days later, Rebecca Quentin got up early as usual.
The depression of the past few days had faded into calm indifference after some adjustment.
She arrived at the dining room but didn’t see Christine Quinn busy in the kitchen, making her wonder.
Suddenly, she saw Christine Quinn in the living room, reading the newspaper delivered that day.
Rebecca Quentin couldn’t help but laugh, "Is there big news today? You’re so absorbed in your research."
"Becca..." Christine Quinn lifted her pale face, a trace of worry still showing.
Christine Quinn handed the newspaper to Rebecca Quentin.
The headline on the front page boasted in large characters—
"Skytop" Group’s president announces he will marry his French fiancée on November 30th in New York.
After reading the headline, Rebecca Quentin stepped back in a daze.
Christine Quinn supported her just in time, sighing deeply, "What a coincidence..."
November 30th was precisely the due date for Rebecca Quentin.
Time had flown by, and in a blink, Rebecca Quentin was already over nine months pregnant.
At that moment, Christine Quinn was helping Rebecca Quentin organize her maternity bag.
"Baby’s bottle, milk powder, winter clothes... Your maternity pad, sleepwear, documents..."
After checking everything, Christine Quinn nodded with satisfaction, "It seems complete. When I had my baby, I only prepared these. I don’t know if anything is missing, but it doesn’t matter; the hospital is not far from home!"
Rebecca Quentin softly said, "Sis, I’m so grateful to have you by my side when I feel most helpless."
Christine Quinn smiled, "Silly girl, we are biological sisters. If it weren’t for Geoffrey’s family constantly creating trouble for our Quentin family, tearing apart our family’s bond, we might have recognized each other long ago... It’s a pity that when all the misunderstandings were cleared, dad had already passed away, leaving only you and me to rely on each other!"
Rebecca Quentin gazed deeply at Christine Quinn’s calm face and suddenly asked, "Sis, you’ve been through so much suffering, have you ever resented it?"
"Resent what? Resent being too foolish? Haha... When you’re young, love matters more than anything, so even today, I don’t regret any decisions I’ve made!"
"Sis, you’re stronger than me!"
Christine Quinn shook her head, "You’re silly. Knowing he can’t be with you, yet you work so hard to have his child..."
Rebecca Quentin looked down at her swollen belly and softly said, "Having the baby isn’t for him; it’s for myself!"
"I’m a woman who’s been through this, how could I not understand your current state of mind... If the baby in your belly isn’t the child of the man you love, would you still be so firm in keeping this child?"
Christine Quinn’s question led to Rebecca Quentin’s silence.
Christine Quinn smiled gently, "It’s okay, Becca, every woman will meet a man she becomes blindly obsessed with during her lifetime, but most women ultimately don’t marry this man because he might not be the most suitable for her!"
Rebecca Quentin nodded lightly, "Maybe."
"Well, get some more sleep, and I’ll go down and check on the soup I’m making for you."
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Rebecca Quentin slowly lay down, unable to lie on her back because of her large belly, so she lay on her side.
Christine Quinn quietly closed the door and left.
Rebecca Quentin closed her eyes, trying to force herself to sleep, but no matter how much she tried, her eyes remained open.
Since late pregnancy, she’s often had insomnia . During the day, she managed to get through it, but at night, she often stared wide-eyed into the darkness.
She couldn’t sleep because the due date was getting closer; she was nervous and scared. Even though Christine Quinn was beside her, she still felt empty inside.
The previous times she went for maternity checkups, the doctor always asked about him...
Initially, she didn’t explain much, only saying he was busy with work. But as her visit frequency increased, the doctor asked about him more frequently until she had to tell the truth...
She still remembered the doctor’s eyes widen in disbelief when she said, "He and I aren’t actually married; he already has a fiancée."
Thankfully, in the days that followed, the doctor never asked about him again, though whenever the doctor saw her, the loving gaze was always filled with sympathy and pity.
She didn’t feel wronged at all; she chose this path herself, just like her sister said, there’s nothing to regret.