Contract Marriage: Abusive Love with Mr.CEO-Chapter 660 - 344: I Will Love Her for a Lifetime

Howard Geoffrey slightly released Rebecca Quentin, his dark, indescribably emotional eyes deeply gazing at her, his hoarse voice escaping, "After you see M, you’ll understand."

Rebecca Quentin broke free from Howard Geoffrey, "Then I’ll go see her now."

As Rebecca Quentin turned to leave, Howard Geoffrey reached out and grabbed her, "I’ll go with you."

Rebecca Quentin stared at Howard Geoffrey, thinking that taking his private jet would get them to T City as quickly as possible, she promptly nodded.

Christine Quinn, who had been stopped by Jason Wood at the hospital entrance, rushed up as soon as she saw Rebecca Quentin, "Becca!!"

"Sister."

Seeing Howard Geoffrey holding Rebecca Quentin at that moment, Christine Quinn was astonished and opened her mouth in disbelief, "Becca, you and he..."

Howard Geoffrey released Rebecca Quentin, softly saying, "I’ll wait for you in the car."

Rebecca Quentin nodded.

Howard Geoffrey kissed Rebecca Quentin’s forehead, then walked away.

Christine Quinn glared angrily at Howard Geoffrey’s cold, proud back, "He didn’t bully you, did he?"

Rebecca Quentin linked arms with Christine Quinn, shaking her head silently.

"Becca, did he explain to you the unclear ties between him and Alice?"

"Yes."

"What reasons?"

"I still don’t know the reason, but it’s not what I suspected, he has no connection with Alice."

Christine Quinn was shocked, "Then what about Alice being pregnant?"

"Sister, I need to go back to the country... let’s talk as we walk!"

"Oh, going back?"

After a long flight, the group finally arrived in T City.

Rebecca Quentin didn’t delay; as soon as she arrived in T City, she headed straight to the women’s prison in the suburbs.

She hadn’t hesitated all the way there, but when she stepped over the prison threshold, Rebecca Quentin finally slowed her pace.

Jason Wood was greeting the warden, while Rebecca Quentin waited in place, her heart gradually pounding faster due to nervousness.

She suddenly spoke, asking Howard Geoffrey who was holding her, "I want you to be with me."

"Prison visits only allow one person."

"But I..."

Howard Geoffrey indulgently ruffled Rebecca Quentin’s black hair, "Be good, I’ll wait outside for you."

Rebecca Quentin took a deep breath, "Alright then!"

"Okay, go ahead!"

Rebecca Quentin nodded, then followed the warden to the visitation room.

After Rebecca Quentin left, Jason Wood came to Howard Geoffrey’s side, a slight worry on his face, "Boss, the boss’s wife will definitely blame you later..."

Howard Geoffrey shook his head, "I was too selfish."

This was the first time Jason Wood saw Howard Geoffrey lose his usual spirited glow, enveloped by a sense of decadence and powerlessness.

"That’s because you care too much about the boss’s wife, and Vivian Lindsey wasn’t worth pitying."

Howard Geoffrey waved his hand, "Can we see the content of their conversation?"

Jason Wood nodded, "I’ve already spoken to the warden, we can watch in the monitoring room."

"Let’s go!"

When Rebecca Quentin arrived at the visitation place, Vivian Lindsey hadn’t come yet.

As she sat in a chair waiting for Vivian Lindsey, her heart was so nervous it almost jumped out.

She thought she could regard this woman as irrelevant, but until this moment, she realized she couldn’t.

The words "mother," even if they evoked the pain in her heart, were still so weighty.

Suddenly, a soft, slow footstep approached.

Looking at the frail figure in prison clothes, Rebecca Quentin didn’t immediately lift her head.

Finally, the person sat across from her.

Rebecca Quentin could feel the person’s gaze fixed tightly on her.

"Becca..."

The person called out one word, but suddenly choked up.

Rebecca Quentin slowly lifted her eyes to look at the person opposite.

At first glance, Rebecca Quentin almost didn’t recognize her.

After more than half a year in prison, she had shed the glamorous shine from photos; she was still a beautiful woman but bore the marks of weathering, appearing much older compared to the person in her impression.

Vivian Lindsey’s gaze was unmovingly fixed on Rebecca Quentin’s exquisite and beautiful face, deeply emotional, yet she clutched the edge of the table tightly, restraining herself.

A sourness surged abruptly in Rebecca Quentin’s chest.

Is this woman with streaks of white hair her mother?

Her current desolation, such vulnerability, at a time that should be peaceful and retiring, why should she endure such suffering in prison?

All the world’s mothers love their children, why did only hers not?

Under such a vulnerable exterior, why would there hide a malicious heart?