Chapter 37
Shawn, meanwhile, went to Candice’s side, clinging to her hand. “After the
divorce, Aunt Candice can be my new mom! I don’t want a cripple who’s been to jail as my mom! Aunt Candice is pretty and she’s a great dancer. All the other kids will be so jealous if she’s my mom!” He shot Rebekah a scornful look. “And it’s your fault Great-Grandpa is in there! You’re a bad woman p>
The accusations were baseless, but they stung nonetheless. A chill spread through Rebekah as Shawn continued his tirade. “And you can’t even dance as well as Aunt Candice! They used to call you a dance prodigy, but I don’t believe it p>
He looked up at Benjamin and asked, “Dad, I’m right, aren’t I p>
Only then did Benjamin’s gaze shift to Candice. As he looked at her sweet face, his expression softened, and a hint of coolness entered his eyes. He looked down. “Candice is the better dancer p>
Rebekah watched the tenderness in his eyes, a bitter irony twisting in her heart.
Of course. Candice was the one that got away. How could her dancing be anything but perfect in his eyes?
In the past, whenever they visited the Fletchers, Benjamin would always be looking for Candice. It used to make her jealous. When she brought it up, he would grow cold. “Candice is your sister. Why are you being so petty? Are you really jealous of your own sister?” After that, she never mentioned it again. Looking back, she realized he had probably been angry that she had seen through him.
Hearing Benjamin’s answer, Hortensia beamed. “Benjamin, if you say so, then I know what you mean. Are you p>
Candice stamped her foot playfully. “Hortensia!” But her eyes kept darting toward Benjamin.
He frowned, remaining silent. The dream he had held onto eight years ago was now within his grasp, yet he hesitated.
He had wanted to teach Rebekah a
lesson, but he had never actually considered. divorce. Besides, she
had already backed down. Allshmet
needed to do was apologize properly, and he would take her
back. He had to. She was a cripple. Who else would take care of her? That pretty boy? The thought was laughable.
Seeing Benjamin’s silence, Candice’s smile faltered. “Hortensia, we’re just friends!
It’s completely platonic p>
Hortensia frowned, about to say something more.
“Dr. Fletcher?” a middle-aged man called out suddenly.
Rebekah looked up to see him walking toward her, his face wreathed in a broad, warm smile.
“I can’t believe I’m running into you here!” he said, enthusiastically
shaking her hand. “Dr. Fletcheral ne
you’re a miracle worker! A true healer! My leg is completely healed p>
Hearing him call her a miracle worker made her heart ache. She remembered this man. Before she went to prison, he had been brought in after a car accident, his left leg severely injured. The medicabteam’s consensus had been amputation. But she had tried a groundbreaking surgical technique, one that had never been attempted before, and with a success rate of only twenty percent, she had saved his leg. She had been sent to prison before she could see the outcome of her work.
“You don’t have to thank me. It’s a doctor’s duty to save lives she murmured, a
fresh wave of grief washing over her. She would never hold a scalpel again.
“Dr. Fletcher, you’re a genius!” the man insisted. “I was planning to bring you a plaque p>