"I'll lend you one million, the other nine million is for Andrew's child support."
"Andrew doesn't need your support."
"You may not need me to support Andrew, but I cannot just ignore my son."
Alright, if he wants to give it, let him. Besides, this money means nothing to him, and she will just pay him back later.
"Do whatever you want!"
The servant brought Rebecca Quentin's luggage to the hallway.
Andrew was already awake at this moment, looking around in Rebecca Quentin's arms.
The driver arranged by Howard Geoffrey was already outside the villa's gate, and a group of servants were whispering in the garden.
Rebecca Quentin couldn't hear what the servants were discussing, but she could vaguely guess that they were probably talking about her leaving abruptly, forcing them to lose their jobs.
"#￥￥%％％..."
Andrew babbled.
Rebecca Quentin turned her head for a glance.
Yes, she was looking for Howard Geoffrey.
