Chapter 4
Their acting was flawless.
And she had been deceived for so many years, only realizing the truth after they had devoured her whole p>
Rebekah’s expression was strangely blank. She lowered her gaze and, for the first time, asked calmly, “It’s been three months. They still haven’t found the person who framed me? My hand, my legs… is there any hope p>
What she really wanted to ask was if they felt even a shred of pity for her. Her voice, clear in the quiet room, seemed to startle Benjamin. “Rebekah, I’ll do everything I can to get justice for you. And I’ll find a way to heal your hand p>
Shawn leaned over the bed, gently taking her other hand. “Don’t be sad, Mom. The doctors here aren’t the best, that’s all. Dad has already hired a top international medical team for you p>
Was it because the doctors weren’t good enough, or because they had delayed her treatment?
A profound exhaustion washed over Rebekah. She had clung to life in prison for three months, driven by the hope of seeing them again. And this was the surprise they had waiting for her.
“Forget it,” she said, her lips twisting into another humorless smile. She stared directly at Benjamin. “All I want is to find the real culprit in the hit-and-run, find the person who perjured themselves, and clear my name p>
Benjamin’s expression faltered for a fraction of a second.
“Rebekah, you were never this fixated on revenge,” he said, a slight frown creasing his brow. His voice cooled. “I’ll do my best to help you, but I don’t want you to be consumed by hatred. Can’t we just move on and live our lives peacefully p>
Bitterness rose in her throat, a numbing pain spreading through her organs. They had ruined her life, and now he was asking her to live peacefully?
“Mom, even if your hand never heals properly, Dad and I would never be ashamed of you because you’re disabled. You need to let go of this hatred,” Shawn added, his face twisted into a cruel mockery of concern.
Rebekah couldn’t bear their sickeningly condescending pity. She opened her mouth to retort, but the sound of Benjamin’s phone ringing cut her off.
The ice in his eyes melted the instant he answered the call.
Rebekah watched him, her heart aching. In all their years of marriage, he had been good to her, but always with a detached coolness. She’d thought he was incapable of smiling.
It turned out he just never smiled at her.
After hanging up, Benjamin looked at her apologetically, his brow furrowed. “Rebekah, Shawn has a school event. I need to drop him off p>
Rebekah lowered her head.
He had forgotten how sharp her hearing was. Even though the voice
on the phone had been faint
heard the woman’s carefree
laughter. “Benjamin, my
Wavel.ne
performance is over Come pick me. up. I’ll treat you to dinner p>
She knew that voice well. It belonged to Candice, the true heiress of the Fletcher family. Candice was vibrant and cheerful, popular with the Fletchers and everyone in their social circle.
A chill spread through Rebekah’s chest. She suddenly felt so tired.
She looked up at Benjamin, her tone flat. “But today is Saturday,” she pointed out. Benjamin frowned and shot Shawn a look.
Shawn immediately understood his cue. “Our school is holding a talent show! I
need to practice, Mom. By the time you’re recovered, you can come and watch p>
The lie was clumsy, and Benjamin’s impatience was palpable. Was it because she was now a cripple with no hope of recovery that they couldn’t even be bothered to pretend anymore?
A dull ache settled in her chest, but she managed a faint smile. “Go on, then p>
Benjamin’s expression relaxed. He poured her a glass of milk. “This is your favorite. Drink it, good girl. I’ll be back soon p>
With that, he and Shawn left, their steps quick, almost desperate to escape.
Rebekah gazed at the milk, a cool smile on her face.
She was lactose intolerant.
The irony was, it had never been her who loved milk.