When Rebekah woke again, the surroundings were both familiar and strange, making it hard to distinguish dream from reality. A persistent, dull ache throbbed in her ankle.
"Mrs. Forrester, you must be mindful of your ankle from now on. Keep it warm on damp days if it hurts, and don't walk too much. Otherwise, I'm afraid it may never heal properly." It was the doctor's voice.
She sat up and realized she was in her old bedroom at the estate. After thanking the doctor, Benjamin pushed the door open before she could even collect her thoughts. His expression was frigid, and a cold aura seemed to radiate from him. A flicker of disgust crossed his eyes when he saw her.
He strode to her bedside and seized her wrist. "What a performance, Rebekah," he sneered.
Rebekah winced, yanking her hand away. "What is your problem?"
"My problem?" Benjamin scoffed, his dark, charming eyes simmering on the edge of rage. "You come back here, don't even bother to knock, and then you stand in the rain until you get sick? All just to play the victim for Grandpa so he'd yell at Candice?"
"Rebekah, how can you be so malicious?"
Rebekah's face was still pale from her illness.

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