In the premium ward, Rebecca Quentin, already dressed, stood by the window, quietly gazing at the scenery outside.
"Young Mistress!" A respectful call interrupted Rebecca Quentin’s thoughts.
Rebecca Quentin turned her head to see the Geoffrey family’s butler approaching with a thermos. "You’re here," she greeted, as cordially as ever.
The butler placed the thermos on the table and said considerately, "Your family’s servants might not be as skilled at making soup as I am. Since you haven’t returned to the Quentin family home yet, I made you a pot of black chicken soup. It’s very nourishing."
As soon as the butler opened the lid, an inviting aroma immediately filled the ward.
"Thank you." Rebecca Quentin accepted the nourishing soup the butler offered, took a delicate sip, a faint smile on her face. "It’s delicious."
The butler replied kindly, "Then please, have some more."
"Miss, if you want soup, I’ll make it for you myself when we get home. It’s better not to accept the ’kindness’ of certain people." Aunt Clare, who had just completed the discharge procedures, walked in. She shot a disdainful glance at the Geoffrey family’s butler, then immediately took the bowl from Rebecca Quentin’s hand and ruthlessly poured the soup into the trash can.
The Geoffrey family’s butler looked somewhat embarrassed, standing there without a word.
"Aunt Clare, he has always taken very good care of me. Please don’t be ," Rebecca Quentin said slowly.
Aunt Clare frowned unhappily. "In my eyes, there’s not a single good person in the Geoffrey family. What kind of dogs can be raised by such heartless, ungrateful masters?"
Aunt Clare must have been truly furious to resort to such harsh words.
The Geoffrey family’s butler looked quite helpless. After a moment, he said, "Young Mistress, since Aunt Clare is here to take care of you, I’ll leave first... If you decide you want to come back to the house, just call me, and I’ll have our driver pick you up."
Before Rebecca Quentin could reply, Aunt Clare burst out, "What ’home’? Our Miss has only one home—the Quentin family! She’s not going back to the Geoffrey family!"
The butler cast a somber glance at Rebecca Quentin and then left.
Watching the butler’s retreating figure, Aunt Clare, her anger still unappeased, cursed, "Like a weasel paying a New Year’s visit to a chicken coop—purely ill-intentioned!"
Knowing Aunt Clare’s temper, Rebecca Quentin didn’t try to explain things for the Geoffrey family’s butler and instead changed the subject. "Are the discharge procedures complete?"
Aunt Clare’s expression softened as she looked at Rebecca Quentin with concern. She replied gently, "Yes."
"Let’s go, then. This hospital smell is awful." With that, Rebecca Quentin started to walk.
"Alright." Aunt Clare hurried after her.
The Quentin family’s driver was already waiting outside the hospital’s main entrance. He immediately opened the car door upon seeing Rebecca Quentin.
Aunt Clare handed the luggage to the driver, then gently supported Rebecca Quentin. "Be careful getting in," she said tenderly. "Your foot injury still hasn’t completely healed."
"Mm." As she followed Rebecca Quentin into the car, Aunt Clare carefully protected her injured foot.
The driver started the engine. As the car began to move, turning towards the Quentin family’s residence, Rebecca Quentin suddenly spoke up, "Let’s go to the Geoffrey family’s house!"
Aunt Clare was taken aback. "Miss, you...?"
Rebecca Quentin smiled faintly. "I just need to go there to get my documents." He had them last time and wouldn’t give them to me. I think he should be willing to now.
"Alright. But I’m going with you."
The car stopped outside the Geoffrey family’s main gate.
Aunt Clare helped Rebecca Quentin out of the car. Once steady on her feet, Rebecca Quentin said to her, "I know you don’t want to go in. Please wait for me here. I’ll be back soon."
"Don’t worry, he won’t do anything to me now."
Aunt Clare hesitated for a few seconds before finally nodding.
Careful of her injured foot, Rebecca Quentin slowly walked towards the Geoffrey family’s home.
As Aunt Clare watched Rebecca Quentin’s slender, fragile back retreating, an indescribable heartache welled up inside her.
She blamed herself. Blamed herself for forgetting the Old Master’s warning, for mistakenly believing Howard Geoffrey could actually have feelings for their Miss...
Howard Geoffrey was truly despicable, to think he’d threaten the Miss so despicably! If it weren’t to protect those around her, the Miss would never have lied...
And it was her own fault for being foolish. If she had only remained firm in her assessment of Howard Geoffrey, she wouldn’t have been deceived by the Miss’s lie last night and allowed her to leave for America.
After the Miss’s accident, if she hadn’t rushed to the hospital and discovered Howard Geoffrey wasn’t by her side, she would never have imagined that for the past few months, their Miss had been living in such torment.
So, Howard Geoffrey had been cruelly threatening the Miss all along...
The moment Rebecca Quentin stepped into the Geoffrey family home, she immediately sensed the sympathetic gazes directed at her from all around.