Go home? Rebecca blinked as she glanced at the luxurious villa outside the car window. This place definitely wasn't her home. Recalling the spectacle in the city center a while ago, she could easily imagine what the public opinion was like. Undoubtedly, it was likely that this proposal had already been captured by many and posted as short videos online. If David had wanted to, he likely would have escalated the situation, while ensuring that the Johnson family was aware of it. Thinking about the incessant buzzing phone in her bag a moment ago, Rebecca felt a headache coming on. She hadn't figured out how to explain to her family that she accepted a proposal from such a lunatic. Taking a deep breath, she turned to David and asked, "If I say I want to go home, Mr. Winston, would you be willing to drive me back to the Johnson residence? It might take an hour or so to get there from here." She certainly didn't consider this place as her home. Leaning against the backsea
Rebecca was so lazy that she didn't even bother to open the videos and see what comments were written about them. Just watching these videos and the mismatched captions on the thumbnails made her feel suffocated. After locking her phone, she rested in silence. Inside the car, silence prevailed, with only the mechanical hum of the engine breaking the quiet. Occasionally, when Rebecca opened her eyes, all she saw were the passing streetlights. It wasn't until the surroundings became vaguely familiar that Rebecca's inner restlessness began to settle. She felt like a lost child finally finding her way home. As the car approached the familiar breakfast shop not far from her home, her anxious heart finally settled. Home was all that mattered. "Just a little more until I'm home," she thought. She was determined not to close her tired eyes. She feared that if she closed and opened her eyes again, she would not see anything familiar. A few minutes later, the car reached a narr
Rebecca didn't actually think that David would physically harm Susan. Even back in Seardale, when he occasionally encountered women with hidden intentions, he simply had them taken care of. Acts of violence were usually reserved for men. Besides, Susan was just an innocent ordinary person. If not for this coincidence, she might never have crossed paths with David in her life. In the end, it was Rebecca who got innocent people involved. Now, seeing Susan in this state, Rebecca couldn't help but suspect that something had happened to her. After all, it wasn't easy to predict what actions that mad dog might have taken. "I-I'm fine ..." Susan shook her head. Her voice was dry and strained. Despite having a drink downstairs, she couldn't seem to calm down. She was even trembling a little. Susan tried to explain, and it sounded like she was about to cry. "I just haven't calmed down yet. I was too scared. I'm sorry ..." Susan held onto Rebecca's hand and burst into tears.
After conversing with the frightened Susan for a while, Rebecca left the guest room. The room had been set up with fresh clothes, and the bath was ready. Given that Susan was an adult, there was no need for excessive concern. Once she exited the guest room, Rebecca made her way directly to Albert's study. Inside the study, along with Albert, her cousin, Jimmy, was also present. Jimmy appeared to have arrived not too long ago. He was still carrying the chill of a winter night. Upon Rebecca's entrance, Jimmy asked anxiously, "Becca, what's happening? Why did you agree to that lunatic's proposal?" When he stumbled upon the trending topic after work, he was momentarily stunned. Though the video only showed the side profile of the person involved, those familiar with her could easily identify Rebecca. Alongside onlooker-captured videos, two short clips were posted on the official account of the Winston Group. Winston Group—aside from that lunatic, who else would dare to use
"Do you need help?" A straightforward question prompted Rebecca to delete all the words she had typed and hesitate once again. She kept typing and deleting repeatedly. After a while, a voice call popped up along with Maxwell's profile picture. Startled for a moment, Rebecca hesitated briefly, then pressed the answer button. "Mr. Jenkins," she greeted him politely. On the other end, Maxwell seemed to pause for a moment, and after a while, he chuckled softly. He appeared to understand Rebecca's troubles, and without probing into her concerns, he went straight to the point. "I saw what happened online and guessed you might need some help, so I came to ask. "If you need that information, I can send it to your email. Of course, it may not be very useful. I'm also looking into some other things here. If there's new information, I'll send you a copy." Rebecca felt a complex mix of emotions upon listening to his straightforward words. "Mr. Jenkins, thank you." She liste
Everyone's expression darkened upon hearing that; Rebecca wasn't the only one. Susan, seated beside Rebecca, displayed a complexion so unpleasant that it could almost be described as ashen. The mere mention of that name invoked fear in Susan and underscored just how unwelcome the person outside the courtyard was. "What did he say he came for?" Rebecca asked. Claude truthfully replied, "He said he came to see you. He didn't specify further, and I couldn't extract any more information." Rebecca responded coldly, "Don't bother with him. If he's willing to wait outside, let him wait." "But ..." "Claude, if he has anything else to say, tell him that we're only halfway through our meal, and it's inconvenient to add another person midway. We didn't prepare extra food, and it's not a good time for him to join us. "If he's willing to wait until we finish, I'll go out and meet him. If not, ask him to leave, and we can arrange another time and place to meet." Rebecca, perhaps awar
Rebecca clenched her fingers and suppressed her impatience as she responded, "At the moment, I don't have any plans. So, I'll probably stay at home." On a cold winter day, there wasn't any compelling reason for her to go out. David nodded understandingly. "Oh, I see. Since you don't have any plans, might I have the honor of inviting you to go out with me this afternoon?" he asked while turning toward Rebecca. Without hesitation, Rebecca declined. "It's too cold. I don't want to go out." David chuckled lightly and twirled a strand of her hair. In a voice only they could hear, he inquired, "Becca, is it that you don't want to go out, or is it that you don't want to go out with me?" It seemed as if they were an engaged couple deeply in love. Yet, both of them were acutely aware of their situation. Especially in the presence of her older brothers, Rebecca felt a persistent sense of embarrassment. She shot a cold glance at David, pursed her lips, and remained silent. David l
As Albert had expected, David's behavior was reckless. He displayed little regard for rules. In response to Albert's concerns, David remained indifferent. "Albert, you don't have to worry about the Winston family's stance. My mother never disciplined me, and her interference in my marriage now seems unnecessary. As for Mr. Winston Senior ..." A sneer crossed David's face as he recalled the image of Mr. Winston Senior at the hospital—a cunning old fox who relied on others to push his wheelchair. Yet, he still attempted to control his life. It was laughable. He lazily continued, "It's unclear if he'll make it through the winter. This incident has not only fueled resentment from all of you, but even my little affection for him has eroded. What opinions could he possibly offer?" He shrugged while openly expressing his dissatisfaction with Mr. Winston Senior. Despite the fact that Mr. Winston Senior was bedridden and that he had raised David, David treated him like a stranger