Chapter 8 Taking Care Of Rebecca

• Helen scoffed. “She is merely an ingrate. Dad treated her well over the past few years for nothing.”
• “Stop it!” Charlie glared at her before he glanced at me helplessly. “It’s late. Your grandpa’s funeral is already over. Go home now.”
• “Thank you, Uncle Charlie,” Both Helen and Charlie were over fifty years old. They didn’t have any children and lived comfortably on the shares of Fuller Corporation.
• Helen could be rather sharp-tongued, but she wasn’t a bad person at all. They were a loving couple, envied by many others.
• As they walked away, I stood in front of George’s grave, still deep in thought. My relationship with Ashton would possibly come to an end since Grandpa had passed on.
• I’m going to lose him, after all.
• “Grandpa, take care. I’ll visit you later.” I bowed sincerely before I spun on my heels to leave. In spite of that, I was momentarily shocked by the sight that greeted me.
• When did Ashton arrive?
• He was dressed in black, his expression thunderous. He was standing close by and was gazing at George’s gravestone sternly. I was unable to sense the thoughts that were running through his mind.
• At the sight of me, he hurriedly urged, “Let’s go.”
• Did he come to pick me up?
• I stopped him hurriedly just as he was about to leave. “Ashton, Grandpa has passed on. You should let it go. After all, he has sacrificed a lot for you over the years...”
• Seeing that his gaze darkened, I trailed off hesitantly.
• I expected him to fly into a rage, but he merely turned around and left.
• I followed him out of the cemetery. The sky was already dark by now. The driver who had brought me here had left because Ashton was here.
• Left with no other option, I got into Ashton’s car. He started the engine and drove off silently. I clenched my fingers, wanting to ask him about Rebecca, but when I saw his dark expression I thought better than to do it.
• After a long silence, I couldn’t help but ask, “How is Ms. Larson doing?” I didn’t push her, but she did happen to fall in front of my eyes.
• The vehicle let out an ear-splitting screech as it came to an abrupt halt. I was thrown forward by the force of it. Before I could react, Ashton pinned me down and leaned over.
• The man was glowering at me icily. Keenly detecting a sense of danger, I recoiled as I soon parted my lips. “Ashton.”
• “How do you want her to be?” he mocked. “Scarlett, do you seriously think that I won’t divorce you because of the box Grandpa has given you?”
• My heart skipped a beat. Did he find out after merely a few hours? That’s fast.
• “I didn’t push her.” I met his gaze and held back the bitterness in my heart. “Ashton, I am completely unaware of the contents inside the box. I wasn’t about to use it to threaten you to stay married to me. Since you want a divorce, fine. Let’s get one tomorrow.”
• The sky was fully dark by now. I could hear the rain splattering outside the window as a heavy silence hung in the air.
• Ashton was stunned that I had suddenly agreed to divorce him. After a brief pause, he sneered. “Rebecca is still in the hospital. Are you planning to get a divorce so that you can get away unscathed?”
• “What do you want me to do?” As his beloved was in the hospital, it was evident that he wouldn’t allow me to leave so easily.
• “You’ll have to take care of her starting tomorrow,” he straightened his back and announced, his fingers drumming on the steering wheel casually.