"Ah, Rebecca." Lady Octavia sighed, her tone full of regret, "If you were my daughter-in-law, everything would be so much better. I wouldn’t have to worry about all these things. You’re so wonderful, so exceptional, why doesn’t Ashton just..."
"Lady Octavia, feelings can’t be forced. I’m very happy that you like me so much, but..." Rebecca’s voice gradually lowered, and her tone became desolate.
Upon hearing Rebecca’s words, Lady Octavia panicked, thinking that she was giving up: "Rebecca, you, you don’t want to like Ashton anymore? Are you planning to give up?"
Rebecca was silent for a while before speaking in a dejected tone: "Lady Octavia, it’s not that I want to give up, but I have no choice. I’ve been thinking a lot lately. Ashton is married now, and he’s happy. I shouldn’t hold any hopes for him anymore. It’s best for everyone if I let go."
"No, Rebecca..." Lady Octavia was somewhat flustered, "You can’t give up. Didn’t I say I would think of a solution for you?"
"You’ve liked Ashton for so many years. Are you genuinely willing to back away ? Are you content?"
"Listen to me, it’s not like there’s no way out. As long as you’re willing, I will definitely help you find a solution, and make sure you and Ashton end up together."
"But, Lady Octavia..."
"You just need to answer one question for me. Do you still like Ashton, and do you want to be with him?"
"This..." Rebecca hesitated for a moment before replying, "Of course I like him and want to be with him. Lady Octavia, I’ve liked him since I was little, dreaming of the day when I could marry him and become his wife. It’s just..."
"That’s right!" Lady Octavia interrupted her, "You’re the child I’ve been watching grow up, and I just want you to be my daughter-in-law. So don’t worry about anything, I’ll find a way for you and Ashton to be together."
"I will never let Joanna be my daughter-in-law."
"She’s not worthy of my son."
Ashton Heath knocked on the door. Lady Octavia, who was still on the phone with Rebecca, hesitated a bit, then moved the phone a little away: "Who is it?"
"Mom, it’s me. Let’s talk."
Upon hearing his voice, Lady Octavia’s face changed slightly, and she said to the phone: "Ashton’s here; I have to hang up now."
After hanging up, Lady Octavia walked to the door and opened it.
"Mom." Ashton looked at her, his expression dull as he called out.
Lady Octavia stared at him, her face still angry: "What do you want?"
"I want to talk to you about something." Ashton paused for a few seconds before adding, "It’s about Joanna."
Just hearing Joanna’s name made Lady Octavia angry, her face darkened even more: "What’s there to talk about? Wasn’t it all a misunderstanding—and me, wrongly accusing her? What, do you want me to apologize to her now?"
Ashton pressed his lips together, remaining silent for a few seconds. He rubbed his brow: "No."
"Then what do you want to say?"
"Mom, can I come in first? Do we have to talk at the door?"
Lady Octavia looked at him coldly for a moment before stepping aside.
After entering, Ashton found a random place to sit down.
"If you’re here to praise your wife, you don’t need to bother; I don’t want to hear it." Lady Octavia walked in as well and picked a spot to sit.