"You still say you’re not angry?"
"Can we stop discussing the past? I’m tired of it." Rebecca Quentin attempted to stand up.
Howard Geoffrey timely held Rebecca Quentin, "Are you really so tired of it that even during the most critical moment of childbirth, you didn’t plan to call me?" Howard Geoffrey suddenly brought up the matter, his gentle eyes transforming, suddenly emitting a sign of displeasure, accompanied by a slightly cold voice.
Did she know why he chose to announce the marriage on November 30th? Because that was her due date, he hoped she could give birth on that day, so everything he had planned for their future could be implemented. Heaven fortunately gave them a chance, fulfilling his wish, but for the plan to succeed, he couldn’t be by her side. He felt guilty; self-recrimination and serious insomnia plagued him these days, primarily because every night he would recall the terrifying, bloody scenes of her delivering alone...
She would never know, when the dean called to tell him she was having a difficult birth and might not survive, how scared he was...
In over thirty years, he had never feared anyone or anything, but her nearing death made his body uncontrollably tremble at that moment.
The doctor said Christine Quinn once wanted her to contact him, but even on the brink of dying, she chose to refuse...
She actually despised him so much, so much!
She didn’t know how much his heart hurt...
In fact, as long as she made one phone call, even if he couldn’t reach her side then, he would do everything to prevent her from facing such peril...
Fortunately, several doctors from Olton rushed over. If she refused to let Christine notify him, if the dean hadn’t told him, then what was the meaning of everything he did?
"Why would I call you? The kid and I have nothing to do with you, and besides, you’re getting married and don’t have time to care."
Rebecca Quentin’s continued calm tone wasn’t meant to provoke Howard, but his arms around her waist suddenly tightened, pulling her so fiercely against him that she almost pressed against his body. Read full story at novel·fıre·net
"I don’t care?" Howard scoffed coldly, "You think just because I wasn’t beside you in the delivery room means I don’t care, is that it? Do you know that if I stayed with you in the delivery room, I would lose my mother, our future!!" The last sentence Howard couldn’t help but shout.
His grip on her waist showed his intense dissatisfaction. He had never expressed such anger towards Rebecca Quentin so blatantly. Maybe Howard had had many misunderstandings and hatred towards her before, but he had never been this out of control.
"I don’t understand what you’re saying..." Rebecca mumbled.
Looking at her frightened face, he gradually calmed down.
"If you don’t understand, I’ll tell you now, I’ve turned the act into reality, Rebecca!!"
Rebecca dumbly stared at him, discovering beneath his anger a deep, genuine gaze in his eyes, and on his handsome face was an intense possessiveness he had never shown before.
Rebecca couldn’t believe it, continuously shaking her head.
So many years of secret infatuation, so many years of entangled suffering, so many years of daily expectations, all turned out to be schemes and exploitation...
He could never ever like her...
After the argument, he left the room.
During dinner, someone brought food to their room, but he never showed up.
At that moment, Rebecca sat on the bed edge, once again looking at the clock on the wall.
It was already nine in the evening...
As Rebecca’s thoughts were in disarray, her phone suddenly rang.
Finding the phone, taking a glance at the screen, she took a breath and pressed the answer key, "Hello..."
"Becca, sorry I just saw your message saying you’re not coming back."
"Sis, tonight I’ll need you to help take care of Andrew."
"We sisters don’t have to say things like that, Andrew is good, he just woke up to eat once, now he’s sleeping soundly..."
Christine vaguely sensed Rebecca’s unusual emotion, worried she asked, "Why does your voice sound strange? Did Howard do something to you again?"
"No, I’m fine, I just miss Andrew." Rebecca hastily explained.
Christine finally relaxed, replying, "Don’t worry about Andrew, with me around, I will take good care of Andrew..."