My Husband's Betrayal My Brothers' Revenge (Rebekah) novel Chapter 48

The shove sent Rebekah stumbling. The sudden movement jarred her injured ankle, and a sharp pain shot up her leg, nearly causing her to fall. She managed to grab the back of a nearby chair to steady herself.

She didn't bother responding to Hortensia's accusations. For days, Hortensia had been finding fault with everything she did.

First, she called her a jinx, blaming her for Old Mr, Forrester's illness. Then she barred her from the elevator, forbade her from "wandering around," and accused her of theft whenever something went missing. Wasting breath on someone like that would only sour her own mood.

Once she was steady, she moved to Old Mr. Forrester's other side. "Grandpa, have some fish soup. I made it for you this afternoon. The doctor said you should eat lighter foods."

As she spoke, she ladled the soup into his bowl. The fragrant steam, scented with scallions, rose to greet him, instantly whetting his appetite. He ignored Hortensia and beamed at Rebekah.

"My dear Rebekah is the most thoughtful. She knows fish soup is my favorite." He took a sip and praised it again.

"I'm glad you like it, Grandpa. I'll make it for you often."

Rebekah's cooking skills were born of necessity. Both Benjamin and Shawn were picky eaters, so she had taken lessons from a Michelin chef years ago. The only problem was her hand; it couldn't handle much strain.

Old Mr. Forrester noticed the scars on her wrist and shook his head with a gentle smile. "Just let me know when you're craving it, and have the maids help. You shouldn't strain your hand."

A lump formed in Rebekah's throat. He was the only one in this family who ever showed any concern for her injuries.

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