CHAPTER 334: CHAPTER 179: FAREWELL 3_2

Geoffrey had always been under Roger Leonard’s control, and Isabella hadn’t contacted Becca for a long time.

Today, she finally found an excuse to notify a friend about her wedding, and Roger Leonard allowed her to use her phone; the first call Isabella made was to Rebecca Quentin.

"Isabella, I really can’t be certain if I can attend your wedding, but it’s not because I’m in Oakland, but because I’m taking care of Andrew alone now."

"You’re not in Oakland?" Isabella was surprised, "Aren’t you supposed to be there with your sister?"

Rebecca Quentin shook her head, "I’m in T City, I’ve already settled back here."

Isabella exclaimed joyfully upon hearing that, "You’re in the Flowery Kingdom?"

"Yes."

"When did you come back? What made you return all of a sudden?"

"About a week ago."

"Did you come back alone?"

Knowing exactly what Isabella was asking, Rebecca Quentin directly answered, "Howard Geoffrey and I no longer have the relationship you all think we do. I came back alone with Andrew."

"But..."

"There’s no but, Isabella. Let’s not discuss me and him anymore; it’s all in the past... Let’s talk about your wedding, where do you plan to hold it?" Rebecca Quentin swiftly changed the topic.

"Becca..." Isabella was still fixated on Rebecca Quentin’s relationship with Howard Geoffrey.

"Isabella, there’s no need to worry about me; Howard Geoffrey and I are fine, we’re just not meant to be married," Rebecca Quentin answered lightly.

"It’s all my fault for not staying in contact..."

"Silly girl, I’m fine now; what can you do by contacting me?"

Isabella, with a tone full of melancholy, said, "Becca, I’ve always regretted disclosing your pregnancy to Mr. Geoffrey without asking you, if it wasn’t for me, perhaps you’d be living a peaceful life now."

Rebecca Quentin sighed softly, "Even if I could hide it from him for a while, I couldn’t hide it from him all my life; I had to face the issue of the child with him sooner or later, and you meant well for me. You don’t need to blame yourself."

"Becca, now I’m living with Roger in G City; he won’t allow me out of G City because I’m pregnant, so I can’t come to T City to see you. Please promise me that you’ll take care of yourself, okay?"

Rebecca Quentin chuckled, "I’m old enough now, are you still worried I’ll be as naive as before?"

"I’m just concerned about you..."

"Alright, there’s no need for you to worry about me; what you need to do now is take care of yourself, be a beautiful bride, and give General Leonard a healthy baby."

"I will. You must take care of yourself, too; I’ll come to T City to see you as soon as I can."

"Let’s wait until after you have the baby..."

"Okay."

After finishing the conversation with Isabella, Rebecca Quentin was wide awake.

Thinking of Isabella soon marrying Roger Leonard, Rebecca Quentin silently wished her well in her heart.

Isabella and Roger must have only been dating for a little over a year, and it’s surprising they managed to reach such a successful end so quickly.

Other people’s relationships always seem good; why does her relationship have to endure so many hardships, only to end in vain?

Rebecca Quentin picked up her phone, idly flipping through it, her gaze finally landing on the record of her last call with him.

This string of numbers, likely never to be used again...

Thinking of this, Rebecca Quentin pressed the delete key on the touchscreen, but just as she did, she noticed Andrew was fidgeting restlessly in the crib.

Rebecca Quentin put down the phone, got off the bed, walked to the crib, and adeptly changed Andrew’s diaper.

Sure enough, after changing to a dry diaper, Andrew’s tiny body immediately stopped fidgeting and fell back into a deep sleep.

Rebecca Quentin couldn’t help but bow down to kiss Andrew, the little guy who loved cleanliness, before returning to the bedside.

As she sat back down and picked up her phone, she realized her phone had dialed a number, specifically the one she’d intended to delete...

Oh dear! Had she not pressed delete but accidentally dialed it instead?

It’s possible; after seeing Andrew fidget in the crib, she didn’t pay attention to whether her finger had pressed the delete button, she may have missed it...

A moment ago, in Manhattan, New York.

In a solemn and prestigious meeting room, the daily routine meeting was in session.

Howard Geoffrey sat at one end of the oval table, listening to his subordinates report the progress of various projects.

Lisa Cecily, sitting beside Howard Geoffrey, felt her phone vibrating, so she took out the boss’s phone and saw the number displayed. Lisa Cecily’s breath caught, hesitating whether to hand the phone to the boss right now.

After freezing for a few seconds, Lisa Cecily leaned over to Howard Geoffrey’s ear and whispered, "Boss, your phone is ringing; it’s Miss Quentin calling."

Hearing the words "Miss Quentin," Howard Geoffrey took the phone, glanced at the number on the screen, and slightly raised his eyebrow.

"Boss, should we interrupt the meeting?"

Howard Geoffrey did not answer, promptly standing up.

Lisa Cecily, understanding, signaled the senior executives to temporarily halt the meeting.

Howard Geoffrey walked into the inner room of the meeting space, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, just about to answer, but unexpectedly, the phone stopped ringing at this moment.

Howard Geoffrey instinctively wanted to call back, but as his finger was about to press the button, reason reminded him just in time.

Suddenly, he put the phone back in his pocket, his gaze turning forward.

Below him lay New York’s endless stream of cars, forming lines that made the city appear fast-paced.

Seeing Howard Geoffrey in thought as Lisa Cecily approached, she stood three meters away and respectfully asked, "Boss, should we continue with the meeting?"

Without turning his head, Howard Geoffrey replied, "Let’s end it for today."

"Yes."

Rebecca Quentin sat on the bed, holding the phone, lost in thought.

The call she’d made couldn’t be undone; what did he think when he saw her call?

She had been too careless; he didn’t answer now, probably because he’s in his routine morning meeting. What should she do if he calls back later?

Rebecca Quentin sighed, placing the phone on the nightstand.

Afternoon.