My Husband's Betrayal My Brothers' Revenge (Rebekah) novel Chapter 139

Rebekah took the file, a cold smile touching her lips. They hadn't even met the Hawthornes, and the proposal was already drafted.

Seeing her accept it, Mr. Fletcher relaxed completely. "Good. Now go to the hospital and apologize to Candice. And don't you dare bully her again."

Mrs. Fletcher shot her a glare. "Candice is a principal dancer. If that hand scars, I will make you pay!" Her voice was shrill with worry for her precious daughter. The tea had cooled, but Candice's skin was so delicate. She decided to personally escort Rebekah to the hospital to ensure a proper apology and check on her baby girl.

Barely two hours after being discharged, Rebekah was back at the hospital. Her cheek itched. She gently touched it, wincing. In the reflection of a hallway window, she saw a small, thin scratch on her left cheek. Benjamin's ring. He must have cut her when he slapped her. She'd need to get some ointment.

As they approached the room, Mrs. Fletcher took a call. Rebekah paused outside, hearing Candice's and Benjamin's voices from within.

"Benjamin, now that she's a Hawthorne, does this mean you won't divorce her?" Candice's voice was laced with misery.

Through the window in the door, Rebekah saw Benjamin sitting on the edge of the bed, examining Candice's bandaged hand. He stiffened at her question.

"Candice, even if she weren't a Hawthorne, I wasn't planning on divorcing her."

"Why not?" Candice's voice rose, her eyes filling with tears.

"Rebekah is… fragile. She wouldn't be able to survive without me."

"But you promised you would divorce her! You…"

"What did you say?" Benjamin stared at her.

Candice wiped her tears. "Sylvan called me. He said someone was asking about the accident. Who else would be so obsessed with the truth? If Rebekah finds the third witness who was at the scene, this whole thing will be exposed."

*A third witness?*

Rebekah's mind reeled. There really was a third person there that night.

Before she could hear more, Mrs. Fletcher returned. "What are you doing standing out here? Get inside!"