Contract Marriage: Abusive Love with Mr.CEO-Chapter 440 - 233: Do You Really Still Long for Her?

At that time, she did notice something, but she believed Mrs. Geoffrey thought she and Howard Geoffrey would break up, fearing she wouldn’t take good care of Andrew in the future, so she gave her advice in advance.

Christine Quinn noticed the pensive expression on Rebecca Quentin’s face and asked, "Do you also think the old Mrs. Geoffrey was acting strange during that time?" 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"I don’t know..."

"Becca, I have to tell you something... wasn’t the old Mrs. Geoffrey in prison during that time? Outwardly, Skyler Jones seemed indifferent to the old Mrs. Geoffrey, but privately, he contacted the police to inquire about her surrender. Although he didn’t learn the reason for her surrender, he heard from the police that the old Mrs. Geoffrey refused any legal defense assistance, including Howard’s."

Rebecca Quentin was stunned, "Sis, do you mean..."

Judging by the whole situation, the truth was becoming apparent.

"I think you’ve realized it too... there’s only one thing that can explain everything that happened." Christine had already told Rebecca about this earlier.

"Do you believe that the old Mrs. Geoffrey is the culprit responsible for Dad’s suicide?"

"I think it’s likely... think about it, if the old Mrs. Geoffrey is the real culprit behind Dad’s death, many things would be resolved easily."

For example, why did the old Mrs. Geoffrey oppose Howard Geoffrey and Rebecca being together back then? Besides the hatred from the previous generation, the most crucial reason could be Mrs. Geoffrey’s fear...

Another example is, after Howard Geoffrey resolved the issue with Vivian Lindsey, he didn’t come to find Rebecca immediately, but only after learning she was pregnant. Why is that? It must be noted that Howard Geoffrey was never indecisive. If he truly wanted to be with Rebecca, with his personality, he wouldn’t hesitate for so long unless he didn’t love her. But anyone could see Howard cared for Rebecca deeply. The only reason could be that Howard was aware they wouldn’t have a good outcome together, and if this bad outcome was because Mrs. Geoffrey was the true culprit behind Rebecca’s father’s death, then the whole situation makes sense.

Furthermore, Howard couldn’t give up on Rebecca because of the child. Mrs. Geoffrey, in helplessness, accepted her son’s decision. Later, when the truth came out, Mrs. Geoffrey saw Howard comforting two women every day, exhausted and almost losing happiness, she couldn’t bear it, so she chose to surrender...

What Christine Quinn could think of, Rebecca Quentin could naturally think of as well.

However, the whole matter was a conclusion drawn through reasoning, and for the actual truth, the parties involved must be asked directly.

"Becca..."

Rebecca Quentin looked absent-mindedly at her sister, "Hmm?"

Christine Quinn said, "Why not ask Howard Geoffrey for the truth about this matter?"

Nighttime.

In the study of the villa, Howard Geoffrey sat at the desk, his gaze fixed on the glass-made transparent crystal ball on the table.

His dark pupils exuded a gloominess, his brow furrowed with tension, and his finely chiseled hand gently pushed the crystal ball, making it slowly rotate.

"Mr. Geoffrey."

The housekeeper softly called from outside the study.

Howard Geoffrey continued to gaze intently at the crystal ball, his thin lips uttering softly, "Come in."

The housekeeper pushed the door open and entered the study, seeing Howard Geoffrey staring at the crystal ball on the desk, slightly apprehensive.

"Is Andrew asleep?" Howard Geoffrey asked softly.

The housekeeper bowed his head and replied, "Yes."

Howard Geoffrey then withdrew his gaze from the crystal ball, stood up on his own, and walked toward the second floor.

The housekeeper glanced again at the crystal ball, sighing lightly.

Howard Geoffrey returned to his room and saw Andrew sleeping sweetly in a child’s bed at the edge of his bed. He sat on the edge, unable to resist kissing Andrew’s rosy little cheek, then quietly gazed at the child’s sleeping face.

Everyone said the child looked like him, yet in many ways, he was exactly like her, such as the serene and tranquil look while sleeping...

After a long time, he stood up, walked to the wardrobe, and opened the once hers wardrobe.

The wardrobe was filled with her clothes, the faint scent from her wearing wafting out, unwashed.

He opened the wardrobe doors completely, finally loosening the tie around his neck, and headed to the bathroom.

Knock, knock.

"Becca."

Christine Quinn softly called from outside the room.

"Come in, sis."

Hearing the response, Christine Quinn gently pushed open the door and went in.

Rebecca Quentin had finished her bath and was now sitting against the headboard, looking pensive.