Chapter 225: Chapter 123: What Is She Worth Anymore? (Part 2)
Memories bring a subtle pain to a certain corner of his heart, and Geoffrey closes his eyes, leaning back on the car seat.
Jason Wood sits in the driver’s seat and nervously asks, "Boss, where to now?" Afraid of saying the wrong thing when the boss is in a bad mood.
Geoffrey’s voice comes out calm, "Isn’t there a hotel here?"
"Staying at a hotel?"
"Yes."
"Understood."
Jason promptly starts the engine.
The car slowly moves towards the hotel, and through the rearview mirror, Jason notices Geoffrey’s tired expression. He gathers courage to speak, "Boss, why don’t you explain to Miss Quentin why you couldn’t be with her when she was giving birth?"
Geoffrey’s voice is deep and distant, "No matter the reason, not being by her side is still my failure."
"But Miss Quentin doesn’t know how torn you were..."
"Stop talking, I haven’t slept all night. I’m tired, take me to the hotel."
"Yes." Jason closes his mouth tightly.
How could Miss Quentin know?
On the wedding day, for her, the boss, after a busy day, flew from New York to Alton overnight...
The joy of becoming a father was something he’d never seen before. He remembered on the plane, the boss was so happy he even talked about taking a few months off from Skytop, clearly wanting to spend more time with Miss Quentin and the child. But when the boss arrived in Alton, brimming with joy, he was met with Miss Quentin’s coldness, who didn’t want to see him.
Even though he had anticipated such a reaction from Miss Quentin, the boss couldn’t help but feel down. To ensure Miss Quentin could recover her spirits during her postpartum confinement month, the boss chose to leave Alton, not wanting to affect the crucial month she needed for physical recovery.
So, after Miss Quentin’s confinement, the boss, having finished business in T City, immediately flew to Alton...
The plane landed just half an hour ago.
The boss was so eager to see Miss Quentin...
Marilyn Quinn opened the door, "Auntie’s back?"
"Yes, Marie, help Auntie bring the stroller in."
"Okay."
Rebecca Quentin picked up the little one, already asleep in the stroller, and had Marilyn push it into the room.
Hearing voices from the kitchen, Christine Quinn asked, "Why are you back so late today?"
"Sister, I’ll put Andrew to sleep upstairs first, then talk to you."
"All right."
Rebecca Quentin carried the little one into the nursery, gently placing him in the crib.
Among the baby items Geoffrey had given her, there was one called a hoohoo device in the US...
When the child is asleep and adults want to do other things, all they have to do is turn on the non-radiation hoohoo device by the bed, and they can hear the child’s sleeping sounds through a phone-like receiver, knowing if the child is awake.
Now, Rebecca Quentin turned on the hoohoo device, kissed the little one on the cheek, and took the receiver downstairs.
Christine Quinn came out of the kitchen, holding a dish, and seeing Rebecca, she smiled, "Is Andrew asleep?"
"Yes, listen, he’s sleeping soundly." Rebecca placed the receiver next to Christine’s ear.
"Even his sleeping sounds are so cute."
"Yes."
"By the way, did something happen since you’re back late?"
Rebecca took a deep breath, sat at the dining table, "He came."
"He?" Christine’s eyes widened, "You mean Geoffrey?"
"Yes."
Christine quickly put down the plate in her hand, anxiously asked, "He didn’t do anything to you, did he?"
Rebecca shook her head calmly,
"Then what did he say?"
What did he say?
Even though she didn’t want to remember, his words clearly flashed through her mind—
Becca, I’m trying to bring us together!
But remembering and feeling it are two different things.
"He said some irrelevant things."
"Just glad you’re back," Christine breathed a sigh of relief, then suddenly worried, "Becca, now he knows you’re here. If he wants to see the child, you’ll have no way to avoid him. Have you thought about what to do next?"
"If he insists on seeing the child, I can’t stop him. But I have custody; we’ve signed an agreement. He can never take it away."
"It’s truly unfortunate, the child born into a single-parent family."
"I won’t let the baby feel lonely."
Christine sat down beside Rebecca, sighed deeply, and earnestly said, "Becca, I once thought like you. Since I’d decided to keep the child, I had to be responsible for her life. So I tried my best not to let her feel she was growing up in a single-parent family. I tried every way to give her everything... But Becca, even if the child can be lively, cute, obedient, and understanding with our care, we can never give her fatherly love. Now Andrew is still little; he doesn’t know what ’father’ means. But when Andrew goes to kindergarten, he’ll often ask you—Mommy, do I have a daddy? Mommy, everyone says I don’t have a daddy. Where’s my daddy? Mommy, did daddy abandon us?" Her voice choked at these questions, "These are the questions Marie asked me back in kindergarten. At that time, I really didn’t know how to answer. So, Becca, you have to give the child a whole family, don’t wait till he’s as big as Marie, always saddened by not having a father..."
Rebecca agreed, "I will give the child a complete family."
Christine was stunned, "You still want to be with Geoffrey?"
Rebecca shook her head, seriously saying, "He’ll never be my child’s father. In the days to come, I will cherish my own fate. If I can find someone suitable, who can spend plain and simple days with me, I’ll build a family with him."
"Are you really decided?"
Rebecca gently nodded, "What’s past is past. One shouldn’t stand still, much less waste time on someone who will never care about you."
"You’re right, maybe my thoughts should be like yours."
"Hehe..."
Afternoon.
Christine went to work, leaving Rebecca alone to care for the child at home.
The child was obedient; most of the time after the confinement was spent eating and sleeping, and when he cried, he was easily coaxed back to sleep. So Rebecca found time throughout the day to study job newspapers.