บททั้งหมดของ Yearning for Her Return : บทที่ 611 - บทที่ 620

Rebecca didn't dwell on the matter. She glanced at Maxwell, who stood by the door and held the door handle. Then, she pursed her lips and headed out.There was a saying that went, "One shouldn't torment themselves just because things didn't go their way." That captured Rebecca's situation well. Maxwell had imprisoned her, but at least he didn't put her through physical or mental abuse. If there was anything that bothered her, it was that she felt hungry now. However, she was to blame for it, not Maxwell."Let's go. Didn't you say we should have breakfast?" Rebecca said after seeing Maxwell stiffen when she walked past him. Her eyes widened slightly in surprise at him. He didn't expect her to comply without a fight, so he swallowed before humming in approval. He released the door handle, and as he did so, a light breeze carrying the scent of food wafted by. He walked behind Rebecca after that.Rebecca wasn't sure if she was imagining it, but she felt like the man beside her see

The end of the video showed a scene of Rebecca jumping into the sea before a crowd of people four years ago. It included the scene of her looking frail and standing at the dock. A man who struggled to hold onto a floating board was also there. She verbally humiliated that man and even tried using David's powers to teach the man a lesson.Unfortunately, the dock's surveillance cameras had poor video quality and were far from the scene. Because the commotion went on for a long time, one could only get a vague idea of what happened. Even though the video didn't have audio, anyone would've been shocked if they saw the scene. Rebecca was no exception. It shocked her so much that she focused on the screen to see if the woman in the video was her. She also tried to see if the man before her in the video was David. But how could anyone know how to recognize themselves?Not to mention, the video wasn't only a short clip. The surveillance cameras were in various angles and directions. Th

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

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

"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