CHAPTER 60: CHAPTER 40 DIVORCE 2_2

These gazes naturally came from the servants of the Geoffrey family. She had always been kind to them, so Becca could feel that they were all worried for her at this moment.

"Young Madam."

The housekeeper approached with a friendly smile, surprise etched on his face.

Knowing that the servants around her were all concerned about her, Becca deliberately put on a spirited smile and said softly, "I’m here to pick up something."

The joy on the housekeeper’s face froze for a moment. "You...aren’t coming back to stay?"

Becca’s smile remained, but her words became even more subdued. "No... I haven’t been home in a long time either."

The housekeeper was not in a position to comment on matters concerning his masters’ relationship.

"Do you need my help?"

"No need. I just have a few things I want to take with me; it will be quicker if I pack them myself."

"Alright, let me help you upstairs."

At the bedroom door, the housekeeper retreated to the second-floor corridor.

Becca took a deep breath before turning the handle to enter the room.

As the housekeeper had already packed her personal belongings for her trip to America a few days ago, the room now seemed empty.

It wasn’t as if Becca truly had anything to come back for. After sitting in the room for a moment, she opened her purse and took out a square jewelry box.

She had originally intended to simply place the jewelry box in the bedside nightstand’s drawer, but just as she was about to put it in, she opened the box and took one last look.

The crystal white chain, the rare pink diamonds, the exquisite carving... Even after so many years, the necklace in the jewelry box was still dazzlingly beautiful.

Gazing at the necklace, Becca became lost in thought, as if its brilliance had drawn her into a daze.

She vividly remembered that night a few months ago. She had intended to leave, but ultimately couldn’t escape his control, and he caught her red-handed.

No one knew that she had regretted it after that...

She didn’t regret him taking her documents from her purse. She regretted her foolishness in putting the jewelry box in her bag.

Of course, when he took her documents, he must have noticed the jewelry box...

He was so clever. He would naturally know that someone like her, who wasn’t short of money, wouldn’t care about the necklace’s monetary value. The only reason she would take it was... the memories it held.

Yes, her emotions were laid bare before him...

The composure and calm she had shown for the past two years, the cool aloofness she had maintained—all of it vanished in an instant...

Later, she often thought, *Forget it. Let him laugh. Everyone has their naive moments.*

With that thought, Becca unceremoniously placed the jewelry box into the drawer without any lingering attachment. In the next instant, she got up. Without hesitation, she took out her phone and dialed Howard Geoffrey’s number.

It was always difficult to get through to his phone, and this time was no exception. Just as Becca was about to give up and try calling him later, her gaze inadvertently fell upon several documents on the pillow.

She picked them up. Sure enough, these were all the documents he had confiscated from her earlier...

She had called him precisely because she wanted him to return her documents. She hadn’t expected him to have already left them here.

Her heart clenched inexplicably, and a tart, astringent sensation spread through her.

At that moment, she sighed inwardly. Married for two years, they had never been in sync. Yet, at this moment of parting, their minds had unexpectedly connected...

In the car, Aunt Clare helped Becca organize her documents, admonishing her, "Be careful with these in the future. Don’t let anyone with ill intentions take them again."

Becca looked out the window and did not respond.

Aunt Clare leaned in. "Miss!"

"Hmm?"

"You don’t look very well. Is it because your health hasn’t fully recovered yet?"

Becca turned her head, touching her face, pretending to be puzzled. "Really? I think I’m fine now. Maybe I just look pale because the wind blew on my face."

Just as Aunt Clare was about to reply, her gaze suddenly focused on something outside the window, and she called out, "Miss..."

"Hmm?"

Becca instinctively followed Aunt Clare’s line of sight. Suddenly, her gaze froze, her dark pupils flickering as they registered the black car that had just brushed past them.

Aunt Clare murmured, "I just saw Mr. Geoffrey in that car."

Becca knew even without Aunt Clare saying anything. That car was Howard Geoffrey’s exclusive vehicle...

"Oh."

Her response was devoid of any emotional fluctuation as Becca shifted her gaze back to the road ahead.

She’d never thought that, in the end, they would still just pass each other by. Maybe he had even seen her...

Aunt Clare belatedly said, "Look at me running my mouth... He doesn’t deserve to be called ’Mr. Geoffrey’ anymore. I should be calling him a scoundrel, trash..."

It had been three days since Becca returned to the Quentin residence. Although things had been rather peaceful, the stress of her father’s impending second trial was starting to take its toll.

This wouldn’t have normally bothered Becca and Aunt Clare, as their lawyer, Solicitor Scott, had assured them previously that there would be no issues winning the case as long as they were well-prepared.

However, the situation had changed. Now that her relationship with Howard Geoffrey was over, Solicitor Scott might not help Becca with this case anymore.

Previously, no matter what, Becca had still carried Howard Geoffrey’s child. Even if he hadn’t wanted to help, he might have changed his mind at the last minute for the child’s sake, just like last time...

Now that the child was gone, asking Howard Geoffrey for help seemed impossible...

"Miss, what do we do now?" Aunt Clare asked, her face full of anxiety. "This is the final trial."

Becca sat on the sofa and asked earnestly, "A few days ago, didn’t you send our case to several top lawyers in T City?"

"Yes."

"Did any of them say they could win the case?"

Aunt Clare sat down beside Becca. "Well, quite a few said they could win... but I think they’re just talking big because of the high fees we’re offering. I doubt they’re actually that confident."

"Confident or not, we have to clutch at straws at this point."

"Should we offer a higher fee to Solicitor Scott? Maybe..."

Becca interrupted Aunt Clare. "There’s no need to try. Solicitor Scott already called me earlier. He said he won’t be our representative lawyer anymore..."