CHAPTER 398: CHAPTER 212: NO CHILDREN 1

Rebecca Quentin’s black and white eyes appeared dazed at this moment.

"He’s afraid of losing you because he’s the executioner who pushed your father to the brink of despair!!"

Mrs. Geoffrey didn’t know when she rushed up, shook her head forcefully, her tone carrying a hint of pleading, "Oversky, don’t say anymore..."

Skyler Jones looked down at his own mother, sneering, "You people conceal things from Becca like this, don’t you ever feel guilty?"

Mrs. Geoffrey still pleaded, "Oversky, don’t do this, they had such a hard time getting together..."

Skyler Jones looked at Mrs. Geoffrey’s pleading face, laughed coldly, and suddenly lifted his gaze to meet Howard Geoffrey’s dangerously narrowed fierce black eyes, "Howard Geoffrey, how can you be so selfish? You want Becca to stay with her ’father’s killer,’ don’t you think that’s very cruel? Think about it, if Becca finds out one day that the man who sleeps beside her every day and has won her deep love is the very killer of her father, how would you have her face her already deceased father?"

As Skyler Jones spoke these words, Rebecca Quentin was already stepping back heavily...

Mrs. Geoffrey immediately moved next to Rebecca Quentin, supporting her in shock, hurriedly explaining, "Becca, what Oversky said isn’t..."

Skyler Jones shouted angrily, "Whether what I say is true or not, Becca, you should ask Howard Geoffrey yourself. If he truly cares about you, he wouldn’t deceive his conscience by hiding his crimes, only to despicably choose to be with you!!"

Rebecca Quentin at that moment had already looked at Howard Geoffrey...

Howard Geoffrey’s handsome face was cold and eerie, and the flame burning in his eyes extinguished instantly when he met Rebecca Quentin’s questioning gaze.

A trace of pity flew through Howard Geoffrey’s deep eyes...

He knew this day was bound to come, even though at this moment he had the impulse to tear Skyler Jones limb from limb.

Rebecca Quentin broke free from Mrs. Geoffrey, slowly walked up to Howard Geoffrey, her lips, turned pale, opened painfully, "Why is Mr. Jones saying such things? Becca..."

Howard Geoffrey squinted his eyes, his gaze slightly darkened.

"At that time, your father begged Howard Geoffrey to spare you, but Howard Geoffrey’s only condition for your father was his death."

Rebecca Quentin was in disbelief, continually shaking her head...

Five years on, her father’s tragic suicide scene still vividly played in her mind...

She always remembered her father’s kind and loving face; he was once the person she cared about most in her life...

Even to this day, thinking about her father’s death, a relentless sadness surged in her heart.

She missed her father so dearly; in her moments of loss and helplessness, she longed for her father to be by her side...

"No, it’s impossible..." Rebecca Quentin shook her head unwilling to accept, "My daddy committed suicide, he felt guilty for killing Mr. Geoffrey, so when Howard Geoffrey came to the door, he gave Howard Geoffrey an explanation... It had nothing to do with Howard Geoffrey!!"

"Becca, you’re really too naive..." In order for Rebecca Quentin to see the truth, Skyler Jones had to cruelly continue, "Do you still remember, after your father died, Howard Geoffrey divorced you and didn’t do you any further harm... Think about it, the hatred of the previous generation is ingrained so deeply in Howard Geoffrey’s heart; he could sacrifice his own marriage to play you for revenge, how could he just easily let you go? I believe that in the two years he was with you, he had absolutely no feelings for you. If there were real feelings, he wouldn’t have ignored you for the four years you were apart. His letting you go was merely an act to fulfill the promise he made to your father and to end the grudge of the previous generation."

While Skyler Jones was recounting, Rebecca Quentin kept gazing at Howard Geoffrey...

She tried to find the anger she wanted to see on his handsome face...

But, there wasn’t. He actually had even stifled his anger, and his gaze meeting hers was so bleak, as if he had already given up because the truth left him with no room to explain...

"I don’t believe it... Howard Geoffrey, I want you to tell me directly..." Rebecca Quentin struggled against the constriction in her throat, slowly uttering.

Howard Geoffrey reached out, trying to hold Rebecca Quentin’s shoulders, but Rebecca Quentin already retreated in refusal.

Mrs. Geoffrey came to Rebecca Quentin’s side again, straining to prop up her collapsing body, painfully saying, "Becca..."

Rebecca Quentin, overwhelmed with grief, held onto Mrs. Geoffrey, her emotions low, continually pleading, "Auntie, I know you must be aware, please tell me that everything I’m hearing right now isn’t true..."