Shawn, meanwhile, went to Candice's side, clinging to her hand. "After the divorce, Aunt Candice can be my new mom! I don't want a cripple who's been to jail as my mom! Aunt Candice is pretty and she's a great dancer. All the other kids will be so jealous if she's my mom!" He shot Rebekah a scornful look. "And it's your fault Great-Grandpa is in there! You're a bad woman!"
The accusations were baseless, but they stung nonetheless. A chill spread through Rebekah as Shawn continued his tirade. "And you can't even dance as well as Aunt Candice! They used to call you a dance prodigy, but I don't believe it!"
He looked up at Benjamin and asked, "Dad, I'm right, aren't I?"
Only then did Benjamin's gaze shift to Candice. As he looked at her sweet face, his expression softened, and a hint of coolness entered his eyes. He looked down. "Candice is the better dancer."
Rebekah watched the tenderness in his eyes, a bitter irony twisting in her heart.
Of course. Candice was the one that got away. How could her dancing be anything but perfect in his eyes?
In the past, whenever they visited the Fletchers, Benjamin would always be looking for Candice. It used to make her jealous. When she brought it up, he would grow cold. "Candice is your sister. Why are you being so petty? Are you really jealous of your own sister?" After that, she never mentioned it again. Looking back, she realized he had probably been angry that she had seen through him.
Hearing Benjamin's answer, Hortensia beamed. "Benjamin, if you say so, then I know what you mean. Are you…"
Candice stamped her foot playfully. "Hortensia!" But her eyes kept darting toward Benjamin.

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