Contract Marriage: Abusive Love with Mr.CEO
Chapter 27: Marrying him, she has no regrets

Chapter 27: Chapter 27: Marrying him, she has no regrets

Looking at the photo of her father on the tombstone, Becca choked up. "Daddy, I miss you so much... Do you know, you’re going to be a grandfather soon..." She gave a soft, sad laugh. "Do you still remember the last time we talked? You said you wanted to see your little grandchild born..."

"Miss."

A familiar feminine voice interrupted Rebecca Quentin’s conversation with her father. She turned around. "Aunt Clare?"

Aunt Clare approached her. "I went back to the Quentin residence and heard from the servants that you came to the cemetery to visit the Master, so I came to find you."

Becca excitedly grabbed Aunt Clare’s hand. "Where have you been all this time?"

Aunt Clare replied honestly, "I went to handle some matters the Master entrusted to me before his death."

"Before his death?" Becca was shocked. "So you knew the reason for his suicide?"

Aunt Clare nodded slightly.

Becca asked eagerly, "Aunt Clare, tell me, what exactly was the reason?"

Aunt Clare looked deeply into Becca’s innocent face and, after a long pause, choked out, "It was because of you."

Becca’s eyes widened.

Aunt Clare averted her gaze as if trying to hold something back. She took a deep breath and, after calming herself, continued, "Miss, there are many things I can’t explain to you now. However, I hope you can promise me one thing. This is also what the Master asked me to tell you before his death."

Becca bit her lip gently. "Tell me."

"Leave T City. Go to a country where nobody knows you."

"Why?"

"Don’t ask anything. Even if you do, I won’t answer. Just pack your things and leave here as soon as possible."

Becca frowned slightly. "I can leave here, but what about Quentin?"

"Quentin has already become an empty shell due to a lack of funds. It’s only holding on because Mr. Geoffrey intervened. If you can’t guarantee that Mr. Geoffrey will always protect Quentin, the best solution is to sell all your shares before leaving T City."

"No, no..." Becca shook her head repeatedly. "Quentin is my father’s life’s work. I can’t just sell it like that."

Aunt Clare held Becca’s trembling shoulders. "Selling Quentin was also the Master’s decision."

"But..."

Becca was interrupted by Aunt Clare. "Miss, I know you don’t want to leave here because there’s someone you can’t bear to part with. But it’s been two years. Whether or not he has feelings for you, I think you can sense it yourself."

"I have no illusions about Howard Geoffrey. It’s because of my current physical condition... You should know." Becca’s tone was almost an accusation, as Howard Geoffrey had learned of her pregnancy from Aunt Clare.

"Yes. The few days after the Master’s death were when your period was due, but it didn’t arrive on time. Considering your periods have always been very regular since you were young, I deduced you were carrying Mr. Geoffrey’s child. That’s why I told him."

Becca said resentfully, "You shouldn’t have told him without my permission."

Aunt Clare apologized, "I’m sorry, Miss. I just wanted to see his reaction after finding out about your pregnancy... The truth, once again, proved that he has a take-it-or-leave-it attitude toward both you and the child. Two years have passed. How much more of your youth are you going to waste here? Listen to us. Leave this place and start a new life."

It wasn’t until many years later that Becca realized Aunt Clare’s suggestion to leave T City that day had actually offered her a path to survival. But back then, she had been foolish.

She didn’t go back with Aunt Clare that evening; she wanted to be alone for a while.

Night gradually fell, and the streetlights elongated her lonely shadow. She walked quietly in her own world, oblivious to the bustling traffic around her.

Aunt Clare’s words echoed in Becca’s ears. It’s been two years. Whether or not he has feelings for you, I think you can sense it yourself...

How much more of your youth are you going to waste?

Suddenly, her eyes welled up, and a single, crystal-clear tear slowly traced a path down her cheek.

She would never show such tears in front of anyone. Only when she couldn’t control her emotions would she allow herself this one indulgence in sorrow...

Yes, what was left in T City for her to cherish?

Quentin?

No, she knew nothing about business. Even if she reluctantly took over, Quentin wouldn’t last long in her hands...

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