Chapter 141
And of course, that includes making a clean break from you, Benjamin.
Benjamin pressed his lips into a thin line, saying nothing as he watched Rebekah with cold eyes. It had been a long time since he’d truly looked into her eyes, and now that he did, he saw something different. The old Rebekah had always been so careful around him and the Fletcher family, always yearning for their affection. She was gentle by nature, but she loved to show a flash of temper just for him, a playful defiance he could always see through.
He could always see the love in her eyes.
When did it vanish?
The thought struck him with the force of a blow, leaving a hollow space in his chest.
No. Impossible.
Rebekah loved him. For years, her world had revolved around him. She’d devoted herself to him-cooking his meals, running his household, warming his bed. They were an inseparable couple. This was just a small fight, a petty argument. She was just angry about the slap.
He gradually calmed himself, softening his tone.
“Let’s go home p>
Rebekah turned and walked away without a word. He followed close behind, silently reassuring himself. *She must not have overheard my conversation with Candice. But I will find the person responsible for that hit-and-run. I swear it p>
When they returned to the Forrester Estate, Rebekah immediately noticed a shift in the staff’s attitude. Before, because of her parents, the household staff had never truly treated her as Mrs. Forrester, their demeanor always icy and dismissive. Now, they greeted her as she passed.
Even Hortensia, who usually couldn’t look at her without a sarcastic remark, offered a stiff greeting.
“You’re back p>
Rebekah shot her a look as if she’d seen a ghost, then ignored her and went straight upstairs.
Hortensia gritted her teeth, glaring at her retreating back. “That little brat. Does she think she’s too good for us now that she has ties to the Hawthornes? Not an ounce of respect p>
Benjamin offered a few placating words to his mother, who then pulled him aside. “Did Rebekah meet with the Hawthornes? What did they say p>
“They still have some reservations. They want to investigate thoroughly before they meet her p>
“Reservations?” his mother snapped. “How can the DNA test be fake? The Hawthornes are certainly making a fuss p>
“She’s their daughter; of course, they want to be sure. If it were you, would you just accept a DNA test from a stranger at face value p>
“You have a point,” his mother conceded with a sigh, her gaze softening as she looked at
Benjamin used to want
divorce her, but now that she’s Hawthorne, an alliance with their family would be… advantageous. I hope you two can work things out p>
“Don’t worry, Mom. I have no plans to divorce her p>
Benjamin’s gaze drifted toward the second floor, his thoughts wandering. After a
moment, he stepped outside and made a call to his assistant.
“Have you found him yet p>
“Keep a close eye on the tech department. Don’t let the Hawthornes find anything p>
“And have someone contact Sylvan Wilde. Make sure he knows what he can and cannot say p>
Back in her room, Rebekah immediately called the private investigator and told him everything she had overheard at the hospital.
Mason Wilde listened intently,
pausing for a moment before heet
spoke understand, Ms. Fletcher. I’ll follow this lead. For Row, try not to tip them off.” fö ̈*
“Okay. Thank you for your hard work p>
After hanging up, Rebekah sat
staring at her easel for a long while. Finally, she applied a soothing patch to her wrist, picked up her brush, and returned to the design she’d left unfinished it was her last patch She’d have to visit Daphne tomorrow.