Chapter 257: Chapter 139: Just Want to Please You (Part 3)
Early in the morning, Rebecca Quentin got up. She busied herself with household chores and made breakfast for herself, quickly passing the entire morning.
At noon, while she was preparing lunch, Rebecca suddenly heard the doorbell ring. She rushed to open the door, only to find the empty hallway on the other side.
She had imagined it; no one was ringing the doorbell!
Returning to the kitchen, she brought out the prepared lunch and sat alone at the dining table to eat.
Her appetite was never good, and now, looking at the steaming food, she had no appetite at all.
She picked up her spoon and forced herself to take a few bites, but still couldn’t eat much. Finally, she put down the spoon, leaned back in her chair, and fell into deep thought.
Why are people so contradictory?
She knew that she had to say those words to him, and those words were indeed what she wanted to say to him the most. But after speaking to him, she couldn’t sleep all night.
He should give up, right? She had made everything so clear to him...
No matter what, since she made such a decision, she wouldn’t change it. Even if emotions were raging deep inside, she would remain calm as water in front of him.
With that thought, Rebecca quelled the sadness in her heart, picked up the spoon once more, and began to eat again.
Time quickly passed, and before she knew it, evening had arrived.
While Andrew had already fallen asleep, Rebecca went downstairs to make dinner, and the doorbell suddenly rang.
These days, only one person seemed to come here.
She thought he had returned to New York last night...
Walking to the door, Rebecca gently turned the doorknob and opened the door.
She hadn’t expected it to be someone else, so she initially wore a grim expression. But upon seeing the visitor, her eyes widened in surprise, and the grim look vanished instantly; her body froze slightly.
Old Mrs. Geoffrey?
"Miss Quentin."
Standing before her was the elegant and noble Mrs. Geoffrey, accompanied by two bodyguards and a driver.
Upon hearing Mrs. Geoffrey’s loving yet somewhat detached voice, Rebecca responded politely, "Old Mrs. Geoffrey."
Mrs. Geoffrey glanced at the interior of the house and asked, "May I come in and have a seat?"
Rebecca replied, "Of course."
Rebecca then opened the door wider, allowing Mrs. Geoffrey to enter.
Seeing Rebecca’s living environment, Mrs. Geoffrey frowned slightly, "How can you live comfortably in such a small house?"
Rebecca didn’t answer, she only asked, "Old Mrs. Geoffrey, would you like something to drink?"
Mrs. Geoffrey directly said, "There’s no need to be so formal; I’ve come to see my grandson."
Rebecca lowered her eyes, and after a while, answered, "He’s asleep."
"Where is he sleeping?" Mrs. Geoffrey asked with a hint of delight.
"Upstairs on the second floor."
"You actually let him sleep alone on the second floor?" Mrs. Geoffrey instantly grew anxious, "What if he wakes up hungry, or has a wet diaper? Wouldn’t he just cry upstairs alone?"
"No, I have a baby monitor; I can hear..."
Mrs. Geoffrey anxiously interrupted Rebecca, "Quick, take me to him."
Rebecca hesitated for a moment.
Noticing her hesitation, Mrs. Geoffrey couldn’t help but ask, "I’m the child’s grandmother. I want to see him; is that not allowed?"
Rebecca kept her head down and slowly said, "Old Mrs. Geoffrey, I am no longer related to the Geoffrey family."
Mrs. Geoffrey replied unhappily, "If there’s no relation, why did you have Howard Geoffrey’s child?"
Rebecca was at a loss for words after being blocked by Mrs. Geoffrey’s question.
Realizing her attitude was somewhat unfriendly due to her eagerness to see her grandson, Mrs. Geoffrey slightly softened her tone and calmly said, "I’m sorry, my tone was a bit harsh. I’ve seen the agreement you signed with Howard. I know you didn’t have this child to get involved with Howard. I don’t mean to judge you; I just want to see my grandson."
So Mrs. Geoffrey had seen the agreement she signed with him...
Seeing Rebecca remain silent, Mrs. Geoffrey eased her tone once more, "Miss Quentin, I daresay I’ve treated you reasonably well in the past. I believe you also don’t see me as a bad person, so you don’t need to be wary of me, especially since it’s my grandson we’re talking about."
Rebecca always held respect for elders.
At that moment, she finally convinced herself to set aside her concerns and softly said, "Please follow me."
"Thank you."
Rebecca led Mrs. Geoffrey to the second floor.
The second floor housed only two rooms: one belonging to Christine Quinn and Marilyn Quinn, the other to her and Andrew.
Seeing the two cramped rooms linked together, Mrs. Geoffrey could already envision what the rest of the rooms might look like inside.
Indeed, as soon as she opened the door, Mrs. Geoffrey’s complaint came forth, "How can someone live in such a small room? There’s not even a decent nursery!"
Rebecca remained silent, not answering.
Mrs. Geoffrey quickly spotted the cradle and moved toward it. Seeing the little one sleeping soundly inside, her disgruntlement vanished and was replaced with cherishing affection.
"Oh my, he’s so adorable..." Mrs. Geoffrey leaned against the cradle, unable to contain her excitement, "He looks exactly like Howard when he was little. Look at those eyes, that nose, it’s as if they’re cut from the same mold..."
Rebecca stood to the side, unsure of what to say.
Mrs. Geoffrey gently picked up the sleeping Andrew from the cradle. Andrew, disturbed by the sudden loss of his stable bed, wriggled a bit in Mrs. Geoffrey’s arms before falling back into sleep.
Unable to bear leaving her grandson for even a second, Mrs. Geoffrey asked, "He should be one month and thirteen days old now, right?"
Rebecca had not expected Mrs. Geoffrey to remember her child’s age down to the day. She nodded lightly, "Yes."
Mrs. Geoffrey couldn’t resist planting a kiss on Andrew’s tender cheeks, then suddenly remarked, "His face feels a bit hot."
Rebecca moved over beside Mrs. Geoffrey, looked at the little one’s rosy sleeping face, reached out and touched his forehead, "He should be fine. Maybe he just feels warm while sleeping."
Mrs. Geoffrey lightly touched Andrew’s forehead with her face, "No, it’s not just warm; he has a bit of a fever..."
Upon hearing the word ’fever’ from Mrs. Geoffrey, Rebecca was taken aback.
At that moment, Mrs. Geoffrey turned to one of the bodyguards outside the door and ordered, "Leo, go get a doctor..."
"Yes." One of the bodyguards immediately left.
Surprised at how worried Mrs. Geoffrey was, Rebecca hurriedly said, "There’s no need to call a doctor, right? I have a thermometer here and can take his temperature..."
Mrs. Geoffrey’s face was stern, "How can you be sure with a home thermometer? What if you get it wrong and the child continues to have a fever?"
"I..."
"Let’s just wait for the doctor," Mrs. Geoffrey said, appearing to have lost patience, gazing affectionately at Andrew in her arms.
After about ten minutes, a family doctor arrived.