Chapter 2
› Christopher’s face, the passed. After being taken to the cant family in key in her previous life, her interactions with him had been limited
on elevated, and he rarely retumed to the Grant residence.
a’t kamil aften she was driven out of the Grant family in disgrace that she heard the news that Christopher fud supposedly died at the border. The family, devastated by his loss, nearly fell apart shortly after, the family was reported for misconduct. In the end, the family met their downfall, leaving behind nothing
At that time, Beberra was struggling to survive herself and paid little attention to the family that had thrown her out. Now, she realized that I she hadn’t been Hinded by gored and hadn’t acted so foolishly, the Grant family might never have mistreated her
Her feelings were complicated. But now that she had another shot at life, she was determined not to repeat the same mistakes. This time, she wanted to leave a good impression on the deant family.
with that thought, she took the initiative to greet Christopher, saying, “Thank you for coming to pay your respects to my father. Her voice was soft and pleasant, but having overheard her greedy remarks earlier, Cuistopher merely raised an eyebrow. He had to mask his disgust
He didn’t even bother to nod at her, and his coldness was unyielding. Rebecca faltered for only a moment before regaining ber composure.
Despite Layla’s mocking gaze, she remained calm. His indifference didn’t bother her. She only wanted to leave a positive impression. She wasn’t desperate to curry.
“Becky, what are you standing there for? do pay your last respects to your father,” Marge barked as she shoved her
Rebecca steadied herself. She looked at the photo of Vaughn on the coffin. He had been her only family since birth. Her mother, Jessie Harp, had abandoned them. After joining the army, Vaughn entrusted her care to Thomas
Every month, he gave Thomas his entire salary and bonuses. He pleaded with Thomas and his family to take care of her. In her memories, she only saw Vaughn once evely few years.
When she hit rock bottom in her previous life, she resented him. She thought that if he were alive, she wouldn’t have been left to fend for herself and be bullied. But in this life, she had come to understand. Vaughn had loved her deeply. Even in his final moments, he had entrusted his superiors with her care. It was she who had failed to appreciate his sacrifices.
With this realization, Rebecca stepped forward and solemnly bowed. As she closed her eyes, tears slipped down her cheek. They were tears of regret, remorse, and newfound determination.
Rebecca was determined to live a good life. Her thin frame and the loose black mourning clothes made her appear even fraller. From christopher’s point, he could see her pale neck and the tears trailing down her face
It surprised him. For someone so greedy and opportunistic, she still seemed to harbor genuine feelings for her father. He had assumed she would be relleved at Vaughn’s death as she was eager to embrace her new life in a wealthy family.
When Rebecca finished her bow, she turned to face her family. A faint trace of tears marked her cheek, but she didn’t seem to care.
Christopher’s gaze swept briefly over the tear streaks on her face before he said coldly, “Let’s go.”
He tumed to leave, but before he could step away, her soft yet resolute voice called out, “Wait.”
The crowd stared at her in confusion, shouldn’t she be eager to follow the Grant family and escape poverty? But instead, she approached Thomas and Marge. She said seriously, “Thank you for taking care of me all these years.”
Thomas and Marge froze, their expressions showing their awkwardness. After all, they hadn’t really taken care of her at all.
Layla snorted from the side and muttered, “What an act.”
Her gaze flickered briefly to Christopher. If only she were the one being taken in.
Christopher’s expression remained indifferent as he watched Rebecca. Based on the way she had spoken earlier, she didn’t strike him as someone who would show gratitude. It had to be an act
Annoyed, he was about to ask if she intended to come along or not when she said again, “Aunt Marge, could have my father’s pension?
“Pension?” Their faces stiffened as they forced awkward smiles. “What pension?”
Rebecca stared at them innocently. “The bereavement money can be considered your compensation for arranging my father’s funeral, but the pension was meant to support me. Lean’t go to the Grant family empty–handed and expect to live off them. That would be inappropriate.”
“Rebecca! Don’t forget who raised you all these years! Do you know how much it costs to feed and clothe you? My parents didn’t even ask for anything in retum!” Rebecca tilted her head and replied, “But my father sent 80 dollars to Uncle Thomas every month. Surely, that was enough to cover my expenses.
The crowd gasped. That amount wasn’t just enough to raise a child–It could support an entire family.
The Barton family’s faces tumed sour. They hadn’t expected Rebecca to bring up the pension and allowance in front of everyone. The pension alone was a betty 500 dollars, which they had planned to pocket
Before they could respond, Rebecca sighed. Her voice was tinged with faux resignation. “Fine, I won’t ask for it anymore. Let’s just say the 500 dollars is my way of repaying you for raising me.”
She lifted her hand to wipe away her tears. As her oversized sleeve fell back, it revealed her thin am marked by frostbite
