CHAPTER 57: CHAPTER 39 DIVORCE 1

Actually, Aunt Clare had been suspecting Howard Geoffrey ever since the incident where she was senselessly abducted and nearly drowned in a tank.

Aunt Clare always suspected that Rebecca Quentin might have been coerced by Howard Geoffrey, which would explain why she’d decided to stay by his side. However, Rebecca consistently denied it. Aunt Clare had to find another way on her own and finally thought of fabricating Rebecca’s origins according to the last instructions Alexander Quentin had given before his death.

So, despite knowing that Howard Geoffrey might have someone watching her, Aunt Clare still spoke her piece in front of Alexander Quentin’s urn...

She felt this statement would surely mislead Howard Geoffrey, because her fabrication was corroborated by a safe deposit box Alexander Quentin had previously set up in a bank.

What puzzled Aunt Clare was why Howard Geoffrey, who could undoubtedly access the contents of the safe deposit box, had absolutely no reaction upon learning that Rebecca Quentin wasn’t Alexander Quentin’s biological daughter. Logically, he should have reacted. Unless Howard Geoffrey truly had no designs on Rebecca Quentin’s child, and his sole intention was to be with her.

"Aunt Clare, Aunt Clare, what are you thinking about?"

Her thoughts were interrupted, and Aunt Clare abruptly regained her senses. "Um... nothing..."

"If you’re worried about the lawsuit, don’t be. Howard Geoffrey will handle it."

"I’m not worried about that. I just can’t bear to see you leave."

What no one knew was that, at this moment, Aunt Clare was agonizing over whether she should let Rebecca Quentin leave with Howard Geoffrey...

If it were in the past, Aunt Clare would have staunchly dissuaded Rebecca Quentin. But now, her views were gradually changing...

Howard Geoffrey and Rebecca Quentin had been married for two years. Aunt Clare had always believed Howard Geoffrey’s kindness towards Rebecca Quentin stemmed from Alexander Quentin using Christine Quinn’s illness to coerce him. However, Aunt Clare had never considered that Howard Geoffrey might be a rational person. Perhaps his hatred for Alexander Quentin wouldn’t be unjustly directed at Rebecca Quentin, or perhaps after two years of living together, Howard Geoffrey had genuinely fallen for Rebecca...

The two of them spent their days and nights together; such possibilities weren’t out of the question. Moreover, Howard Geoffrey had recently helped Rebecca Quentin deal with matters related to Alexander Quentin’s lawsuits on two occasions. Consequently, Aunt Clare could no longer cling to her initial convictions...

Most importantly, Aunt Clare knew very well that if Howard Geoffrey were to help Rebecca Quentin, it would be tantamount to opposing Christine Quinn. So, who would offend their official girlfriend for an insignificant woman?

Rebecca Quentin reassured her, "I’m not leaving forever. Once the baby is born, I promise I’ll come back to see you." She should be able to manage that. After all, once she had the baby, she would be of no more use to Howard Geoffrey. Why would he remain entangled with her then?

In the end, Aunt Clare said with deep feeling, "Alright, I will wait for you in T City... Miss, I hope you always know how to protect yourself." Maybe she really had interfered too much...

"I will."

Watching Aunt Clare leave, Rebecca Quentin finally heaved a sigh of relief...

Knowing Aunt Clare’s protective nature, she would never want Rebecca to suffer any grievance. That was why Rebecca couldn’t tell her the truth; otherwise, Howard Geoffrey wouldn’t spare Aunt Clare.

While Rebecca Quentin was staring blankly, the butler approached her side and whispered, "Young Madam, Jason Wood and Roye have been waiting for you for a long time."

Snapping back to reality, Rebecca Quentin nodded. "I’ll go right away."

Perhaps because Rebecca Quentin had kept them waiting for too long, the two men were now leaning against the car, chatting to pass the time—

"How do you think the President proposed to Miss Quinn, and how did he get her to agree so easily?"

Jason Wood remained silent.

"I guess the President is sending Miss Quentin to the United States partly for the child’s sake. But could it also be that he wants some peace and quiet to properly make up for lost time with Miss Quinn in T City?"

Jason Wood, the more rational of the two, shot Roye a look. "Don’t run your mouth. How could you possibly guess the boss’s thoughts?"

"Um..."

COUGH, COUGH.

The butler intentionally interrupted their conversation with two coughs.

Upon seeing Rebecca Quentin, Roye was so startled his eyes widened, and he became tongue-tied.

Jason Wood gave Roye a sharp pinch.

Rebecca Quentin, acting as if nothing was amiss, smiled at the two men and said, "We can go now."

Roye nodded in a daze. "Oh... okay."

On the way to the airport, Rebecca Quentin kept her gaze fixed out the car window.

Her calm expression betrayed nothing, but only she knew the storm raging within her.

She knew this unsettling feeling stemmed from what Roye had said...

Truthfully, she had always considered his marriage to Christine Quinn a foregone conclusion; it would have been more surprising if they didn’t marry. But she had only ever contemplated it. So now, hearing it from someone else’s lips, her heart still clenched with a distinct pang of pain.