"Hmm."
Christine clapped her hands, "Okay, you didn't eat much for dinner, I made some soup for you, come down and have a bowl."
"Alright."
"Come on then!" Christine headed downstairs first.
"Thanks, sis."
At night, lying in bed, Rebecca Quentin's thoughts were like a tide.
Her mind was filled with the talks she had today with Howard Geoffrey...
To be honest, although chatting with him was not pleasant, she somehow felt that he was not here to make trouble this time...
What on earth did he mean by those last words?
It didn't sound like a threat, but it's also unlikely he was blessing her!
She's really troubled, whenever he appears, her life becomes a mess.
Annoyed, she hid under the covers, letting the darkness lead her into sleep.
The next day.
Marilyn Quinn was knocking on the door outside.
"Auntie, Auntie, Mommy asked you to get up for breakfast."
"Got it." Rebecca Quentin responded from the bathroom, where she was freshening up.
"Hurry up!"
