Chapter 194
Grant froze, looking at Rebekah.
She continued, “She told me that whenever your parents unfairly gave you more snacks, toys, or clothes, you always found a way to share them with her. When you went to college, you worked part-time jobs and secretly gave her spending money p>
Rebekah’s voice was steady, almost detached. “But what you didn’t know was that after your parents found out you were sharing with her, they would verbally abuse and even beat her in private. That’s why she tried to kill herself when she found out they were forcing her to drop out. She felt she could never escape their control p>
Grant stood rooted to the spot, the meaning of her words crashing down on him.
“To you, the two people in that hospital are your parents,” Rebekah said. “But to Yvonne, they weren’t p>
She hadn’t paid the medical bills for Yvonne’s parents. She had paid them for Yvonne’s brother. If Yvonne were still alive, she wouldn’t have wanted to see Grant like this.
Tears streamed down Grant’s face. He turned to look at Yvonne in the family photo on the wall, his body trembling uncontrollably.
Rebekah’s expression remained unchanged. “I’m telling you this because I hope you’ll stop using Yvonne’s memory to do bad things, even if it’s for the sake of so- called filial piety. She was treated like a burden by your family when she was alive. Don’t use her now that she’s dead p>
After leaving Grant’s apartment, Rebekah offered to pay Mason Wilde extra. He had traveled a long way to help her, and she felt she should at least cover his expenses.
Hearing her offer, Mason glanced nervously at Jensen, who was standing beside her. He had already been paid by Mr. Hawthorne. Accepting more money from Rebekah would be a death wish.
He swallowed hard. “That’s not necessary, Miss Fletcher. We professionals only accept one payment p>
“Then let me buy you dinner p>
Jensen’s brow furrowed.
A shiver went down Mason’s spine. “No need to be so polite, Miss Fletcher! I still have a lot of work to do on this. We can talk later p>
He hastily said his goodbyes and practically ran off.
Rebekah found Mason’s behavior odd today. He seemed incredibly anxious. She didn’t dwell on it, however, and simply transferred some money to his personal account.
Jensen looked at her. “Are you planning to wait until after your grandmother’s anniversary to expose Candice p>
Rebekah nodded. “My grandmother’s greatest wish was to see our family whole and happy. She wanted the Fletchers to truly accept me. So, on her anniversary, I don’t want anyone to be missing p>
Jensen stopped walking and looked down at her, his expression serious. “Have you considered that your grandmother, who loved you so much, would never want you to suffer like this p>
Rebekah knew he was worried. She smiled to reassure him. “Don’t worry. I’ll be free soon p>
She walked on ahead, her steps
feeling lighter than they had in years. Jensen watched her slender figure a
pang of sorrow in his heart. For the past eight years, she had endured so much pain.
Jensen helped Rebekah carry the memorial items she had purchased back to her apartment. Just as they finished, we received a call and had to leave abruptly. Rebekah had grown used to his sudden comings and goings.
She settled onto the sofa and reviewed the long message Basil had sent about her latest designs, jotting down notes. Then she moved back to her spot by the window and began to draw again. She worked until the sun began to set, painting the sky in shades of red and orange.
Stretching her tired arms, she was about to start making dinner when her phone rang. It was her eldest brother.