Chapter 175 Dad Is Right
"Frederick, I'm actually dreaming, right?... Dad never left, the Getty family never had any trouble, we're all fine. It's because Mom is sick that I got anxious and my memory got confused, right?"
As soon as she got in the car, Rebecca couldn't wait to ask.
She met Frederick's deep gaze full of heartache.
As if knowing the answer, Rebecca's eyes reddened again.
Her face turned several shades paler, too.
Hearing that familiar "Alexa," Rebecca almost thought it wasn't her mother who was sick, but herself.
That she had developed a mental disorder, or was having some kind of hysteria.
The Getty family really had gone bankrupt.
And she really had heard Dennis's dismissive words at the door of the penthouse suite at Cloud View, and then she had been so shocked that her nerves broke down.
So, Dad hadn't left them, and Mom wasn't sick.
She was the one who was sick.
Because she was still young.
Because she and Dennis were already engaged, Dennis was her fiancé.
Being looked down upon by the Johnson family, being sneered at like that by her fiancé—she was just a 20-year-old girl who had been pampered by her parents, with poor psychological resilience, so she got sick from the shock.
It all made so much sense.
All these fantasies shattered when she met Frederick's guilt-filled gaze.
Rebecca hung her head as tears pattered down onto her legs, then disappeared into the black fabric.
"Becca, I'm sorry!"
Pulling Rebecca into his arms, Frederick gently stroked her hair and said, "I'm sorry..."
Crying in her mother's arms seemed to be just the beginning.
Rebecca's tears were like a floodgate of sadness that couldn't be closed, and she cried hard again in Frederick's embrace.
For girls in their youth, their early romantic fantasies about love mostly come from lingering, passionate classic romance novels or romantic, beautiful love TV dramas.
Not Rebecca.
From the time she toddled around learning to walk, she had watched her parents' hearts belong only to each other.
The good morning kiss before leaving in the morning was a given.
No matter how late they came home at night, the two would go check on her in the children's room.
Sometimes when she opened her eyes in the morning, she'd see little gifts from Mom and Dad on the bedside table.
Sometimes it was a small flower.
Sometimes it was a crudely made knitted doll.
And sometimes, it was an ordinary-looking but cutely shaped little stone.
When she saw those little things, Rebecca knew that Mom and Dad had bought or picked them up during their walk after getting off work.
In the early days of starting the business, Dad was so busy at the company his feet barely touched the ground, yet he'd still find time to call and ask Mom if she was tired—in Dad's eyes, taking care of a child was much more exhausting than working.
Later, when the company got on track, Dad took Mom flying all over the world, saying they wanted to leave traces of their love in every corner of the world, letting the whole world witness their love.
Every time, Mom would complain teasingly: The child is right here, aren't you ashamed!
Every time, Dad would seriously counter: What's there to be ashamed of? We love each other—this is the best family education parents can give their child!
Over all those past years, Rebecca had said countless times: Dad is right!
Rebecca thought Henry would watch her get married, and then when his hair turned white, he'd clap his hands at the baby in her arms: Come here, let Grandpa hold you!
But overnight, she no longer had a father.
Dad had left, so then, where did that voice on the phone just now come from?
Rebecca looked up at Frederick and asked, "Frederick, where did that voice on the phone come from?"
A trace of guilt appeared on Frederick's face.