CHAPTER 362: CHAPTER 193: HE FINALLY CAME... (PART 2)

Skyler Jones answered truthfully, "I admit, I do owe her something, but her personality is the reason why I can’t possibly have feelings for her."

"Flaws in her personality?" Rebecca Quentin asked, puzzled, "I thought Christine’s personality was already good enough!!"

"That’s because you haven’t encountered the past her."

"I indeed don’t know what kind of person my sister was in the past, but ever since I’ve known her, she’s always been bold in her actions, daring in love and hate. Such a personality might be impulsive, but deep down, she’s the softest person. Don’t you realize that?"

Skyler Jones let out a heavy sigh, "Becca, you wouldn’t understand the matter between Christine and me..."

"I know matters of the heart are something a third person can never understand, but I don’t want you and my sister to drag out like this... You already have Marie, why can’t you and my sister build a happy family?"

"In the past, I didn’t know she had Marie."

"You didn’t care about her, so of course, you didn’t know. But regardless of whether you knew or not, Marie is your daughter. You must take up the responsibility of caring for her instead of leaving my sister to struggle alone with raising a child."

"Becca..." Skyler Jones uttered helplessly, "I can give her anything she wants, but I can’t give her the one thing she desires."

Skyler’s words left Rebecca Quentin speechless...

In matters of the heart, if one side doesn’t love, it can never be forced. If Mr. Jones really has no feelings for my sister, no matter how much I praise her in front of him today, it will ultimately be in vain.

Thinking about all my sister has done for Skyler Jones over the years, I really feel my sister deserves better...

In the room, Marilyn Quinn was about to ask Christine Quinn about some unfamiliar Chinese words in a storybook but saw Christine leaning against the door, her eyes red and watery.

Marilyn rarely sees her mother cry. At that moment, seeing Christine’s tear-filled eyes, she dropped the storybook and nervously grabbed Christine’s hand, "Mommy, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?"

Christine’s ears were still echoing with the faint conversation between Skyler Jones and Rebecca Quentin outside the door. She tightly held onto the door frame, and only after the heartache reached its peak did she slowly release it, coming back to her senses, staring blankly at her daughter.

"Mommy, don’t cry... Marie will be heartbroken." Marilyn hugged Christine, her voice already choked with emotion.

At this moment, Christine wiped away the tears from her eyes and smiled through the tears, "Silly girl, Mommy wasn’t crying, just some sand got into Mommy’s eyes..."

Marilyn saw the smile return to Christine’s face and immediately laughed along, "Mommy, you scared Marie..."

Christine bent down and kissed Marilyn lightly, "Mommy just thought she heard your daddy... Marie, go outside and see if it’s your daddy..."

"Did daddy come?" Marilyn asked, delighted.

"Maybe!"

At this moment, Marilyn couldn’t wait to twist open the door.

Christine looked at her daughter’s lively face, took a deep breath, reminding herself deep inside that no matter what, she still had her daughter...

Afternoon.

As soon as Christine Quinn walked into the room, she saw Rebecca Quentin holding Andrew on the bed, looking dazed.

"Becca..."

Christine called out and walked over.

Rebecca Quentin snapped out of it upon hearing Christine’s call, "Uh, sis."

Christine sat on the edge of the bed, "Skyler took Marie out to play, so I’m free to chat with you now!"

"Sure."

Christine took Andrew from Rebecca’s arms, playfully teased him while asking, "What were you thinking just now? Holding Andrew without playing with him, making him pout... Your mommy wasn’t attentive to you just now, right, Andy?"

Rebecca Quentin gently wiped the drool from Andrew’s mouth, "I got lost in thought for some reason, wasn’t thinking about anything really."

Christine’s gaze shifted from Andrew’s adorable face to Rebecca, as if catching a thief, scrutinizing the subtle expressions on Rebecca’s face, "Don’t I know what you were thinking?"

"I really wasn’t thinking about anything."

Christine chuckled softly, "Becca, sometimes women can’t be so stubborn. Men are often careless and impatient, and many times they don’t know that women are angry with them. That’s when women shouldn’t be so obstinate..."

Rebecca Quentin frowned, "Sis, I don’t understand a word you’re saying..."

"I’m saying, since you want him to come, and he hasn’t come yet, why don’t you just call him?"

"Sis, where’s your mind wandering again."

"Am I wrong? Howard Geoffrey didn’t come today, aren’t you at least a bit disappointed?"

Rebecca Quentin got up from the edge of the bed, picked up the freshly washed and dried clothes of Andrew from the basket beside her, folded them on the bed, then lightly answered, "Whether he comes or not, it doesn’t matter to me."

"Does it really not matter?" Christine joked.

Rebecca Quentin firmly replied, "Yes."

Christine exaggeratedly said to Andrew, whom she had sitting upright on her leg, "Oh... little Andy, you’re so pitiful, your mommy doesn’t want your daddy to come for you, you’ll have to live a hard life with your mommy from now on..."

Rebecca Quentin’s face was full of embarrassment at Christine’s words...

"Sis, don’t say such things to Andy..." Rebecca Quentin grumbled softly.

Christine maintained a serious tone, "I feel for Andy... as long as his mommy stays stubborn for a day, Andy will be separated from his daddy for another day."

Rebecca Quentin mumbled along with Christine’s words, "How would I know if he’ll come."

Christine laughed heartily, "Exposed, aren’t you? You said it didn’t matter, but in fact, you’re worried that he won’t come, right?"

Rebecca Quentin glanced disdainfully at Christine, "Sis..."

"Alright, alright, I won’t tease you... I just want to comfort you. Don’t worry, Howard Geoffrey will definitely come to get you, if not today, then surely tomorrow. But if you’re really unsure, why not call him now? Though I’m afraid if you do call him, he might catch the next flight from New York overnight..."

Rebecca Quentin slowly lowered her eyelashes and spoke calmly, "I never thought he did it to protect me."

Christine joked, "So, if he comes, don’t give him a hard time. He went through a lot for you, after all."