Maxwell's eyes snapped toward Rebecca once they heard what Sam said. Everyone reacted the same way, too.Although Rebecca's petite body was obscured behind Sam, her head was still somewhat exposed. The men noticed her scar. It was long but it wasn't too deep.Daniel and Ryan's expressions darkened.Maxwell naturally understood the meaning behind Sam's words. He didn't plan to shrug off the blame. Maxwell didn't intend for what happened last night. Yet, the damage he had caused was inevitable and visible to all.If he hadn't taken his anger out on Ellen, Rebecca wouldn't have gotten desperate enough to point a knife at him."Indeed, I'm to blame," Maxwell said sincerely and didn't avoid Sam's gaze. "I'll answer and bear whatever responsibilities you expect me to, Mr. Johnson.'Sam snorted. His family was in no shortage of what the Jenkins family had. So, the only responsibility he expected Maxwell to bear was a good beating. Alas, his precious sister was still there. He didn't wan
Of course, that didn't mean the residential building brimmed with lively energy. After all, Maxwell owned the entire residential building. That exemplified how forces controlled places people couldn't see.The main difference from before was more hope had shined onto Fairport. Cockroach and maggot-like criminals could still inevitably breed in certain nooks and crannies. Such vermin wouldn't dare carry out unlawful acts in broad daylight. That was an appropriate metaphor for what Maxwell did yesterday. He carried out those horrible acts in the dead of night.As for Maxwell's family businesses, the businesses' success in Fairport depended on his abilities. Of course, no one was aware of such matters. That included the second heir of the Jenkins family, Ryan.Rebecca soon departed with Sam and Ryan after taking enough pictures.Unlike last night when she arrived, there was more smoke in the air now.Cars with attached tents parked idly by the roadside even though it was already pa
What kind of feeling was it exactly? David and Ellen had never deprived Rebecca of material comforts during her four years abroad. She could easily have whatever she desired, whether it was food, clothing, or other expenses. Nevertheless, an unsettling thought persisted in her mind: there was a price for everything, and there was no such thing as a free lunch. Consequently, every time she received something from David, she would wonder about the hidden cost or if she had already paid in some way. This feeling gnawed at her. She even turned to the internet in an attempt to comprehend the cause of this sensation. However, she found comments from various people who expressed guilt about asking their parents for money to buy clothes. It was clear that this was not addressing her concern. Rebecca couldn't pinpoint when she first began contemplating buying her own house. Maybe it was after the first time she expressed her feelings to David, which resulted in rejection. Or p
"Is there a problem?" Nate had already stepped out of the driver's seat. He courteously opened the car door for Rebecca. Instead of rushing Rebecca to step out of the car, Nate stood by the door with a faint smile. He playfully asked, "Or perhaps you find it insufficient, Becca?" "Of course not!" The playful banter left Rebecca wondering if she had seemed overly greedy earlier. She blushed and quickly waved her hands, explaining, "I'm just too shocked!" Rebecca stepped out of the car and took a moment to glance around the neighborhood. Then she said in a soft voice, "I never dared to imagine having my own house before. Now, when you tell me this entire building is mine, it's just a bit overwhelming …" "It's nothing, really. In the end, it's just material possessions," Nate replied casually, leading Rebecca without much ado. Unspoken was the fact that if Rebecca desired, the entire neighborhood could be hers, and even more. The Johnson family was prepared to give her e
"But ..." Before Rebecca could complete her sentence, Nate once again interrupted her. "Becca, I understand where you're coming from. "Returning the keys to you is our responsibility, and entrusting them back to us demonstrates your trust. Maintaining the status quo isn't an option; we need to evolve from the past." Nate's voice remained composed and measured. It exuded a gentleness yet asserted an authority that rendered it difficult to rebuff. Additionally, he was a man of brevity. He preferred concise communication to convey his points effectively. After delivering his message, Rebecca frowned in perplexity. She said, "I don't get it. How is it different?" Regardless of whether she changed the door code or not, she was still providing them with the new one. The results didn't show any apparent distinction. Confusion contorted Rebecca's face. Nate seemed to understand her thoughts. He couldn't help but curve his lips and negate, "It's different." Rebecca's confusion
Rebecca looked at the first aid kit Nate handed to her, and a wave of complex emotions surged in her chest. She raised her hand to accept it and bit her lip as she met Nate's eyes directly. "Thank you, Nate," she said in a solemn tone. Although Nate had mentioned multiple times that he didn't like hearing those words, Rebecca still felt the need to express her gratitude, even if it was a small and seemingly insignificant statement. This time, Nate didn't say anything. After handing over the first aid kit, he gently tousled Rebecca's hair and said, "Go ahead." With those words, he turned around, as if staying in the room for a moment longer would be a sign of disrespect to her. After all, a bedroom was considered highly personal territory. Despite being family, apart from one's mother, it wasn't appropriate to overstay in someone else's bedroom, and Nate adhered to this belief. As Rebecca busied herself with her bath, Nate went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. During
Throughout the day, until she left the hospital, Rebecca had been excited. Whether it was acquiring her own property or engaging in a lengthy chat with Zelda, everything had put her at ease. However, this sense of ease abruptly dissipated as she descended from the inpatient department. Rebecca hadn't anticipated encountering David here, and their eyes locked directly. It seemed David had just come out from a ward as well. He coincidentally arrived from the opposite elevator that opened simultaneously. As Rebecca took a step forward and raised her gaze, she met the well-dressed David on the other side. At that moment, the smile on her face vanished completely. In hindsight, she couldn't pinpoint the reason for her sudden change in demeanor. Similarly, David's countenance didn't look particularly pleasant upon seeing Rebecca. Rebecca was chatting animatedly with Nate just a moment ago, and in the next second, her entire expression became reserved. She acted as if she ha
Yet, the wind outside was brisk, and the idea of having an extra coat seemed reasonable. Before coming, Nate had reminded Rebecca to bring one. However, she found it troublesome and insisted it was just a short distance from the hospital to the car, so it wouldn't be necessary. Nate, after some consideration, agreed with Rebecca's reasoning. Little did they anticipate that running into David would cause an unexpected delay. Moreover, David had draped his coat over her shoulders, which made the idea of removing it in front of him appear disrespectful. Despite harboring some resentment toward David, Rebecca hadn't completely severed all ties with him. She sighed softly while tolerating the lingering smell of tobacco on the coat. She adjusted the ill-fitting areas and then looked back at David. "I wasn't aware that Maxwell would release me so easily. He showed me some things. Then, he informed Sam and the others. Coincidentally, they were all downstairs, so I just followed t