Chapter 73
If Benjamin was so selfish and cold, why would his grandpa be any different? But regardless of his motives, she had a plan. In two months, after the anniversary of her grandmother’s death, she would be gone for good.
Because Shawn was so attached to Candice, she ended up staying at the Forrester estate. That evening, Shawn didn’t come down for dinner, so Candice prepared a light soup to bring up to him.
Benjamin watched her, his gaze softening. “Thank you for taking care of Shawn while he’s sick. You’re a wonderful aunt p>
Candice smiled graciously. “Don’t be silly. I’m his aunt; of course, I’m going to take care of him p>
Benjamin’s affectionate look vanished the moment he turned and saw Rebekah. His face hardened.
“Candice is just his aunt, and she cares so much for him. You’re his mother, yet you do nothing all day but hide in your room. Is your heart made of stone p>
“He’s not exactly lacking for caretakers,” Rebekah replied flatly, turning to go upstairs.
“Rebekah!” Benjamin roared, but she didn’t stop.
“Benjamin, calm down,” Candice soothed. “She’s been in her room all day; she’s probably tired. Don’t push her p>
His expression grew even colder. “I’ve spoiled her. After all these years, how would she even survive without the Forrester family p>
His voice carried up the stairs. Rebekah heard him and let out a silent, bitter laugh. If it weren’t for him, she wouldn’t be in this situation in the first place.
But it was alright. In two months, she would be free.
Candice carried the bowl of soup into Shawn’s room. His fever had broken, but he was still weak and lethargic, sitting listlessly on the soft rug on his floor, playing with a set of Legos.
“Shawn, time to eat p>
He looked up and saw Candice and Benjamin enter. He was happy to see Candice, but there was still a hollow feeling inside him. He had thought his mother might swallow her pride and come check on him in the past, no matter how much he acted out when he was sick, she had never ignored him.
“I made you some soup, Shawn. Be a good boy and have a little p>
“I don’t want any, Aunt Candice,” he mumbled.
Benjamin’s voice was firm. “Shawn, Candice made this for you herself. You will not waste her effort p>
Reluctantly, Shawn took a spoonful. The soup was bland, and it turned his
stomach. He couldn’t help it; he spit it back out.
For a split second, Candice’s face darkened.
“I’m sorry, Aunt Candice. I’m sick, I can’t eat p>
Whenever he had been sick before, Rebekah would learn to make
special
dishes that were
easy on his stomach and coax him,
into eating.
Benjamin frowned. “Even if you can’t eat, you don’t spit it out. Is this how you
repay Candice’s kindness p>
Shawn’s lower lip trembled. He just couldn’t swallow it.
Candice, hiding her frustration,
smoothed things over with a smile. “It’s alright, he’s just a child. What do you want to eat, Shawn can make you something else.
Shawn thought of the special nourishing soup Rebekah used to make for him. He
hadn’t had it in a long time, and he suddenly missed the taste.