My Husband's Betrayal My Brothers' Revenge (Rebekah) novel Chapter 39

Ignoring them, Rebekah scrambled to her feet and rushed into the hospital room.

She couldn't believe it. The last time she saw him, just a short while ago, Grandpa had been perfectly healthy. How could he have fallen ill so suddenly?

Inside the room, Old Mr. Forrester was already awake. When he saw her, a kind smile touched his lips, and he held out a frail hand. "Rebekah, you're here. Come, I have something to tell you."

Her eyes red, Rebekah walked to his bedside. "Grandpa, I'm listening."

The old man's face was pale and drawn, but he spoke with a gentle strength. "I know my own body. Don't look so sad. It's not like I'm about to die this second."

"Grandpa, you're just sick. You'll get better."

He simply smiled, changing the subject. "Rebekah, you've spent so many years taking care of Benjamin and Shawn that you've barely had time to visit. I don't want to stay in the hospital. Would you come back to the estate and stay with me for a while?" His voice grew softer. "I want to see more of you before I go. As long as you and Benjamin are happy together, I can rest easy."

*Happy?* The word felt like a cold, sharp stab to her heart.

Old Mr. Forrester had no idea what Benjamin had done to her. Her throat felt tight. Looking at his tired, worn face, she couldn't bring herself to say the words, *I want a divorce.*

After a long moment, she forced a smile. "I understand, Grandpa."

*So be it.* She only had three months left anyway. He was the only person in the Forrester family who had ever been kind to her. She could endure it a little longer, to stay with him. It was the least she could do to repay his kindness over the years.

Rebekah looked down, her long lashes hiding the emotion in her eyes. Grandpa was the only one… she would see him through this final journey.

…

That afternoon, she went back to the apartment to pack up her things.

She had planned to let Jensen know, but as she stepped out of the elevator, she found him standing in front of her door. He was leaning against the frame, dressed in a sharp suit. His head was bowed, his brow slightly furrowed, and he was radiating a cold, unapproachable aura, as if he had been waiting for her.

"Jensen?" she said, breaking the silence.