Contract Marriage: Abusive Love with Mr.CEO-Chapter 664 - 346: He Wants to Win His Wife’s Favor 2

The loving face on the tombstone carries a slight smile, forever kind and approachable.

Rebecca Quentin tightened the collar of her wool coat and took a deep breath.

"Miss."

A respectful call came from behind.

Rebecca Quentin snapped back to reality, turned around, and saw Aunt Clare not far from her.

There was a faint wetness in Rebecca Quentin’s eyes, she wiped away the tear stains that the wind hadn’t dried, and smiled at Aunt Clare.

Aunt Clare approached Rebecca Quentin, as warm as ever, "I received a call from Miss Quinn, she said you didn’t return to New York with Mr. Geoffrey, and she couldn’t contact you... I guessed, you were here."

Rebecca Quentin looked at the aged face on the tombstone and smiled faintly, "It’s been a long time since I visited Daddy, I miss him a lot."

Aunt Clare nodded, "I miss the master too, although... he did make mistakes when he was young."

Rebecca Quentin said nothing, just looked at the kindly face on the tombstone, a long time passed before she finally uttered, "All I know is, he was the best father in the world."

Aunt Clare sighed softly, "Let me tell you an old story about the master."

"Mm."

Aunt Clare delved into distant memories, "I remember the day you married Mr. Geoffrey. The master, who I never saw drink in my memory, drank the whole night... After getting drunk, he stayed alone in the room where your mother once lived, murmuring to himself. I vaguely remember what he said—he said, Vivian, I wronged you, I once used despicable methods to make you marry me, it’s right for you to resent and hate me, but I still think of you... You know? Our daughter, she is very pure and kind, but I married her off to Howard Geoffrey... Today is her wedding day with Howard, and when I saw her happily snuggled by Howard’s side, at that moment I truly wished I could cut myself to pieces... Vivian, why do the sins we committed have to be visited upon our daughter? Can we exchange the most tragic ending for our daughter’s lifelong happiness?"

The words Aunt Clare spoke painted scenes of bleakness in Rebecca Quentin’s mind.

Father, old and frail, sat in mother’s room. His wrinkled face streamed with tears of regret...

Rebecca Quentin’s blurry eyes gradually sank into a daze.

Aunt Clare sighed again, steadied Rebecca Quentin, and quietly said, "I think the outcome for the master and your mother was destined, you shouldn’t dwell on why they had such an ending, because I know, the master’s greatest wish in this life was to see you happy, and now, happiness is within your reach, you only need to reach out and touch it, and all past grievances will fade away."

Rebecca Quentin lifted her clear eyes, gazing at Aunt Clare.

Aunt Clare nodded and softly said, "Go, Howard is waiting for you..."

Nightfall.

In the cold and empty hotel room, Rebecca Quentin leaned against the headboard, lost in thought for a long time.

All the experiences of recent years played repeatedly in her mind, and a wave of heartache and discomfort flooded her heart.

She wondered why her father had never told her the truth back then?

If she knew the truth, perhaps, her life would have been completely different... even if she faced retribution, at least she wouldn’t have fallen for someone she shouldn’t love.

Who knows, if she could choose, she would rather never have met him in this lifetime, as long as it meant a simple and ordinary life.

Sighing, she picked up the phone, which she hadn’t checked for a month, and turned it on.

The black screen gradually turned to color, followed by a constant stream of messages appearing on her phone screen.

"Honey, I didn’t see you when I came back to the hotel, I really feel lost... but I respect your decision."

"Honey, please don’t be mad at me, okay?"

"Honey, mom called asking when to go back with you..."

"Honey, I miss you so much, nights without you by my side are so cold and long."

"Honey, I’ve taken care of the Chester Robinson matter, I know you’re in this city not far from me, but I don’t dare come looking for you, I’m afraid you’ll drift further away from me..."

"Honey, forgive me for all the mistakes I made in the past, I truly love you."

"Honey, the company’s anniversary celebration needs me back, I might have to return to New York tomorrow, if you see this message, call me, I’ll come to pick you up, okay?"

"Honey, I waited for you at the airport all day, but you didn’t come, I still know, you don’t want to see me... I’m sorry."