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Ella felt her mind rocked to the core.

Gregory slid Jeffrey’s marriage license into his pocket, his voice as steady as ever. “May | have her now?” asked

Gregory.

“But...” Ella faltered, giving Gregory a suspicious look. “If Rebecca were Jeffrey's wife, why didn’t he help her out

at the table when everyone tried to make her drink?”

Gregory didn’t miss a beat. “Mrs. Hanson wants to prove herself and keep things strictly professional between

her and the boss,” answered Gregory.

Ella was obviously not buying it for a second.

“If you don’t believe me, just check her chat history with Mr. Hanson,” Gregory said, once again marveling at

Jeffrey’s genius planning. “All you need is her fingerprint to unlock her phone.”

With things put that way, Ella had little choice but to believe. Before handing Rebecca over to Gregory, Ella

glanced at the woman in her arms and asked, “Rebecca, Jeffrey wants you to go with him. Are you okay with

that?”

“Yeah...” Rebecca mumbled, still a bit conscious. She remembered Jeffrey's threat.

‘If I refuse, he'll just cknocking on my door,’ Rebecca thought. ‘I really don’t want anyone to find out about

us. We're about to get divorced anyway!

Seeing Rebecca agree, Ella didn’t insist on keeping her. Since she didn’t know Gregory well, she chose not to

hand Rebecca over directly, instead escorting her together with Gregory all the way to Jeffrey's door.

“Thanks,” Jeffrey said from the heart, appreciating Ella’s thoughtfulness.

“She’s a bit drunk and could use shangover soup,” Ella said, still concerned. “Do you want to get it from the

front desk or have someone bring it up?”

Jeffrey was patient with these things. “Alright, I'll take care of it,” he answered.

Ella hesitated, gave Rebecca one last look, then turned and walked away.

Gregory watched her leave, and only when Ella’s figure had vanished from sight did he turn to Jeffrey and say,

“Ella is really good to Mrs. Hanson; wouldn't let her guard down for a second.”

Jeffrey asked, “She’s the oldest kid who got thrown out by her family when she was five or six, right?” He'd

looked into everyone around Rebecca already.

“Yeah, that’s her,” Gregory answered.

Jeffrey said, “Keep an eye on what she needs and help her out.”

“Will do,” Gregory answered, ready to follow through.

Jeffrey carried Rebecca into the room, and Gregory thoughtfully closed the door behind them.

Inside, the hangover soup was already waiting. Jeffrey settled Rebecca on the couch, with a tenderness that

surprised even himself, spoon-fed her the soup until she finished. Then he gently lifted her to lie on the bed.

As usual, Jeffrey changed Ella into cozy pajamas and helped her wash up a little. For the next few hours, he sat

on the single sofa by the window, handling work while Rebecca slept soundly.

It wasn’t until after 11 p.m. that Rebecca finally stirred awake.

Gazing at the pitch-black surroundings, Ella rubbed her heavy, dizzy head. Thinking she was in her own place,

she fumbled her way out of bed toward the bathroom, guided only by the lights from the high-rises. outside the

window.

Rebecca’d barely gone a couple of steps when she spotted the blue glow of a laptop and the outline of someone

sitting by the window. It was Jeffrey.

“You're up?” Jeffrey said, stood, and flicked on the bedside lamp. Seeing Rebecca’s unfocused eyes, he asked, “Is

your head still spinning?”

Rebecca nodded without thinking, and she thought, ‘Spinning? That's putting it mildly!”

After using the bathroom, Rebecca stumbled out, her brain still feeling like mush. “Why am | in your room?” she

asked.

“You don’t remember?” Jeffrey asked.

Rebecca was just about to ask what he meant when it all hit her at once, including that Gregory showed that

marriage license to Ella.

From the look on Rebecca's face, Jeffrey knew she'd put the pieces together.

“Why did you have to tell Ella we're married?” Rebecca asked, still a bit drunk.

“If 1 didn’t, she wouldn't have let you cwith me,” Jeffrey explained in his usual calm way. “Otherwise, I'd

have to go downstairs and knock on your door to get you, and then everyone would know.”

Rebecca wanted to argue back, but honestly, Jeffrey wasn’t wrong.

“If you're still feeling dizzy, just get smore sleep,” Jeffrey said, glancing at his watch. “I spoke to Ella; if

anyone else asks about you, she’s going to say your friend cby, so you went over to her place.”

“So, what do you want from me, bringinghere?” Rebecca asked, dropping straight to the point as she sat

down.

“We still have unfinished business,” Jeffrey said, settling onto the couch across from her, his gaze as he looked

her way. “I think it's twe had a real talk.”

unreadable

Jeffrey wanted to have that talk back in Jelasburg, but Rebecca never gave him the chance. As soon as work was

over, she'd disappear, lock herself in, making sure he couldn't get anywhere near her.

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“There's nothing left to discuss,” Rebecca said. She knew his meaning, and her resolve was clear as day. “You

were all straightforward when you signed the divorce papers; so just keep it that way.”

“I was just playing along with you,” Jeffrey replied.

“Not really,” Rebecca said. Her mind was clear; she pointed out Jeffrey's true intentions sharply. “You just want to

watchruin my life without you, hit a wall so hard | have to cback begging; all just to feed your cruelty.”

Jeffrey's lips tightened.

Rebecca answered with a calm but firm tone, “Honestly, I'm doing great. Even without you around, | know how to

live and be happy.”

“Are you really happy?” Jeffrey asked.

“lI am.” Rebecca shot back.

“If you were truly that happy,” Jeffrey went on, “you wouldn't have clung toand broken down sobbing last

time. You wouldn't still be running to the hospital daily for comfort.”

Rebecca froze, something flickering in her gaze.

ht, ‘Everyone thought | kept going to the hospital out of filial piety. But deep down, sure, | wished

uld wake up, but mostly, | kept showing up for comfort. Those daily murmurs had beca way

ress.

Ca was there forwhen | needed it most, and | made a promise to take care of her for the rest of her Jeffrey

explained, trying to smooth things over. “But that’s it; there's nothing else between us, | swear.”

“What does that have to do with me?” Rebecca asked.

Jeffrey's eyes darkened. “Let's sit down and really talk; whatever you want, just say it.”

“I've only ever wanted one thing,” Rebecca said, voice unwavering. “I want a divorce.”

Jeffrey replied, “You know that’s impossible.”

“Then there’s nothing left to discuss,” Rebecca answered.

Their conversation hit a brick wall. Rebecca and Jeffrey stared each other down, refusing to give an inch. Things

got so tense; one was stubborn and refused to give in, while the other stayed quiet but wouldn't budge either.

After a long silence, Jeffrey stood up, seeming more distant than ever. “Take these few days to think about what

you really want. Once the divorce application gets withdrawn, I'm bringing you and Samuel back to Rebecca's

Manor,” said Jeffrey.

“And why should 1?” Rebecca asked, getting to her feet.

“Because you're my wife, and Samuel is my son,” Jeffrey said with conviction. “Families should live together. If

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you refuse to go back to Rebecca’s Manor, I'll just move in and cram into that little place with you at Maple

Garden.”

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