Contract Marriage: Abusive Love with Mr.CEO-Chapter 506 - 266: Unable to Endure

"I know what I’m doing."

"What do you mean by that?" Mrs. Geoffrey questioned, "You’ve already let Alice report those false facts, and even allowed the situation to continue to develop. Do you know how much this has harmed Becca’s reputation? Christine Quinn even told me that because of this, Becca is not only looked down upon everywhere she goes, but she’s also bullied by her colleagues at the company..."

At that moment, a cold and sharp gaze fleetingly swept through the depths of Howard Geoffrey’s eyes.

Mrs. Geoffrey earnestly said, "Son, I’ve always trusted you to do things right. You know you have a sense of propriety in everything, but how could you treat Becca like this? Just like Christine Quinn said, it would only take making a call to the newspaper, but you’re unwilling. Are you afraid of making Alice angry, or do you really have no feelings left for Becca? If you’re afraid of upsetting Alice, I have to say, using such underhanded tactics to harm Becca shows there’s already a problem with her character. Of course, everyone is selfish, and I can’t say she’s all that bad, but compared to Becca’s magnanimity, it’s obvious who’s better or worse. And if it’s because you have no feelings left for Becca, I just want to say that no matter what, she’s Andrew’s mother. Do you want Andrew to grow up thinking his mother is a woman scorned and ridiculed by the world?"

Sitting in the chair near the window in the room, Howard Geoffrey held a glass of red wine, his gaze fixed on the crystal ball spinning on the table.

There was an already opened bottle of red wine on the table, now half-poured.

The night was so quiet that it seemed one could only hear Andrew’s even breathing as he slept on the bed.

Howard Geoffrey suddenly put down the glass, took out his phone, and opened the photos Roye sent him today.

In the photos, except for a slight paleness, she looked ordinary.

He kept scrolling through the photos until the last one—where she was smiling as she got into Chester Robinson’s car. This was actually the first photo Roye sent him today.

How could he not see her emotions...

From the morning’s smile on her face to the faint melancholy by afternoon, he could guess her emotions at every moment...

Looking at the photo, he told her in his heart...

Baby, give me a little more time. The suffering you’ve endured, I promise to repay it with tenfold care in the future.

At the same time, Rebecca Quentin was on a plane heading to New York.

Sitting by the window, her gaze was blank as she looked out at the scenery.

Becca, in this lifetime, I only want you...

Baby, I will never let you leave me again...

Baby, I dream of the day when I can put down my work, and our family can go to Foam Island, living a leisurely and carefree life together...

Baby, without you by my side, I’m not used to it at all...

Becca, I love you...

The words of those once-promised eternal vows pierced her mind like daggers. Each line resounded in her ears like a stab in her heart, leaving her with a bleeding heart...

Closing her eyes, Rebecca Quentin brushed away those memories that now only brought a torture-like pain.

In this moment, she decided to bury them forever!

Standing outside the splendid five-star hotel in the night, dragging her suitcase, Rebecca Quentin asked, "Manager, is this the hotel we’re staying at tonight?"

Manager Smith glanced at the hotel’s marquee, "Yes, Palace Hotel."

"This... isn’t it too extravagant?"

Manager Smith led the way with his suitcase towards the hotel, "Other employees look forward to staying in a nice hotel on business trips, and here you are, complaining about extravagance."

Rebecca Quentin hurriedly followed Manager Smith in her high heels, saying embarrassedly, "I didn’t expect such a high-class place."

After all, this is the ’Palace’ hotel in the heart of New York City and the commercial center. Not only is it expensive, but you also need to make a reservation in advance. It seems even the manager hasn’t stayed here often.

Manager Smith laughed, "I wanted to surprise you, so I didn’t let you book another hotel in advance."

Rebecca Quentin widened her eyes in confusion, "A surprise?"

Manager Smith nodded, "Headquarters is rewarding us for successfully securing the ’Oversky’ deal, so they’re letting us enjoy good food and accommodations on this trip. Given such generosity from HQ, why shouldn’t we indulge for once!"