CHAPTER 331: CHAPTER 178: FAREWELL 2

His tone at this moment carried a gentle sorrow she had never heard from him. She thought someone like him, devoid of emotion, would never feel such sadness in his lifetime.

"Becca, do you know, from beginning to end, I’ve always known that no matter how much effort we put in, no matter if we could love each other, we could never have a happy ending... Yet I wanted to defy fate, tried to keep you by my side forever, but the fact has proven that all endings in this world are predetermined, even I can’t change it."

Rebecca Quentin shook her head, puzzled.

Why would he say they could never have a happy ending from the beginning to the end?

If two people are together and both care for each other, what obstacles could they not overcome?

The only reason they cannot be together is if there’s no love; he’s simply making excuses for his past actions.

"You may not understand what I’m saying right now, but you will naturally understand in the future. I just want to remind you, Becca, that aside from the darkness I’ve shown you, there is more darkness you cannot see. Many things, many people, are never as simple as you think, and I wasn’t born this dark..."

Why is it that she couldn’t understand a word he said today, yet an inexplicable sadness permeated it?

"Becca, meeting each other in this life was just an interlude; you have your path to walk, and I have mine. I sincerely hope that in the days ahead, you find someone who can truly give you happiness."

What does he mean by that?

Is he implying that he’s letting her go?

Rebecca Quentin was puzzled, that inexplicable sadness accumulating in her chest, making it hard to breathe.

"When do you want to leave?" Howard Geoffrey suddenly asked, his tone reverting to his usual cold indifference.

The sadness felt like a vortex pulling her deeper, but hearing his unemotional voice suddenly released her, bringing her back to reality.

Rebecca Quentin looked at Howard Geoffrey calmly and replied, "Right now."

Howard Geoffrey asked again, "Have you thought about where you want to go?"

Rebecca Quentin answered honestly, "Back to Alderton."

Howard Geoffrey suddenly said, "Go back to T City!"

Rebecca Quentin hesitated on the spot.

Howard Geoffrey added, "After all, Alderton is a foreign country; T City is where you grew up."

Rebecca Quentin fell silent.

Didn’t she want to go back to T City?

But she had nothing in T City...

In Alderton, at least her sister’s house was there, and the tranquility of that small town was the living environment she yearned for.

However, as good as Alderton was, the place she truly wanted to stay was still Y City.

Imagining herself, alone with a child in a foreign land, brought a desolate scene to mind.

Howard Geoffrey perceived Rebecca Quentin’s true desire and said directly, "I’ll arrange for someone to send you back to T City."

Rebecca Quentin almost immediately shook her head, "I won’t go back to T City, I have no money, I don’t want to go back."

Howard Geoffrey committed, "I will arrange your life."

"I don’t want it!" Rebecca Quentin replied firmly, "I don’t need your help, nor your sympathy. When we signed the agreement, I promised I’d raise Andrew on my own."

Howard Geoffrey furrowed his brow, "Why do you insist so much on this matter?"

Rebecca Quentin replied in a polite, mocking tone, "That’s because you can never understand how important dignity is to a person."

Howard Geoffrey did not argue with Rebecca Quentin and said immediately, "If you don’t want to owe me anything, then do it as a debt. You can use my money to go back to T City and arrange the life you want now. When you have money, you can repay me."

His change of words indeed moved her.

In T City, whether finding a job or living, it’s better than in a foreign country. She certainly hoped to return to T City.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Rebecca Quentin finally nodded, "Okay, I’ll return to T City, and I’ll repay the money to you slowly."

In the next second, Howard Geoffrey pulled out a check and pen from his suit pocket, wrote a number, tore off a sheet, and handed it to Rebecca Quentin.

Rebecca Quentin, holding Andrew, couldn’t take it, but she still saw the numbers on it.

"I don’t need this much..." If she wasn’t mistaken, it was ten million, which might be nothing to his wealth, but it was a debt she couldn’t repay.