Frank Parker stared at her with a gloomy face for a while.
"Who bullied you? Was it Ashton, or the woman he brought? What did they do to you?"
"It has nothing to do with them." Rebecca clenched her lips, "Don’t guess blindly, I’m really fine. Leave me alone and go in to talk to Ashton and the others."
After saying that, Rebecca wanted to leave.
"You’re coming in with me." Frank Parker reached out to hold her and narrowed his gentle eyes with a cold smile on his lips, "I’d like to ask Ashton if that woman is more important than all of us friends."
Saying that, he tried to pull Rebecca into the private room.
Rebecca’s face changed, and she struggled anxiously, "Frank, let me go! Listen to me, it’s not what you think. Please don’t make a scene!"
"You’ve been bullied to tears, and you still speak for him?"
Frank Parker looked down at her with an exceedingly overcast face, "Do you like him that much?"
Rebecca stared blankly at him for a few seconds, her tears suddenly falling.
"Rebecca, you..." Frank Parker stopped.
"Frank, I’m begging you." Rebecca pleaded with red eyes, "I just returned to the country, and I don’t want to start trouble right away. I just want everyone to sit together and have a happy meal."
"For my sake, please don’t make a scene."
As soon as she finished speaking, another tear fell on her face.
Frank Parker’s face turned gloomy, and he pressed his lips together with his fist clenched tight.
Rebecca reached out and gently tugged at his arm, her voice soft, "Frank, I’m begging you..."
Frank Parker reluctantly nodded.
He said coldly, "I can agree to that. But, you have to tell me why you cried and who made you cry."
"This..." Rebecca’s gaze flickered, and she bit her lip without speaking, looking troubled.
Frank Parker waited for a while, but when she didn’t answer, he said coldly, "Alright, you don’t have to say it. I already understand."
"Frank, don’t think too much about it. Actually, nobody bullied me; I just thought of some unhappy things, which is why..." Rebecca curled her lips, but her smile was bitter, "It has nothing to do with anyone."
"You go in, and I’ll go to the restroom."
After saying this, Rebecca turned around and quickly walked away.
Frank Parker stood there, his face sinking and looking thoughtful.
As the only one in the group who was not familiar with the others, Joanna Lawrence spent most of her time eating quietly.
When she didn’t need to speak, she definitely wouldn’t talk to anyone proactively.
A group of friends who grew up together naturally had endless topics to talk about.
Most of the time, it was Yannick Luther who started conversations, and the others chimed in for a while.
Yannick Luther was a lively and unrestrained person, so with him around, there was no need to worry about embarrassing silences.
He could basically talk from morning to night without repeating himself.
So, the atmosphere at the table was always lively.
Among the group, Ashton Heath and Frank Parker were the most taciturn, only occasionally responding after others had spoken at length.
But Ashton Heath only had less to say to the others; he still had a lot to say to Joanna.
He even took the initiative to speak with her from time to time.
And he was very considerate of her emotions.