My Husband's Betrayal My Brothers' Revenge (Rebekah) novel Chapter 81

On the other end of the line, Jensen's hand clenched into a tight fist. An icy aura seemed to radiate from him, his expression turning dangerously grim.

Stay out of it? There was no way in hell he was going to stay out of it.

"Alright," he said, forcing his voice to remain steady. "Don't forget to take your medicine and use a medicated patch for the injury on your hand."

"I know."

"However," Jensen added, the words tumbling out before he could stop them, "if Benjamin hurts you again, I won't stand by and do nothing."

"You…"

Before Rebekah could finish, Jensen ended the call. She stared at the disconnected screen, a sense of helplessness washing over her, but it was quickly replaced by a wave of gratitude. Jensen was truly good to her.

After hanging up, Jensen rose to his feet, his face a grim mask. His assistant, having just finished an errand, was about to enter the office and nearly collided with him.

"Mr. Hawthorne?"

"Get the car keys. We're going to find Marcus Ford—now!"

It took the assistant a moment to process the command before he scrambled to keep up. "But sir, it's so late. Professor Ford might already be asleep…"

Jensen acted as if he hadn't heard a word. All he knew was that this couldn't wait. He had to make Benjamin pay.

***

After leaving Rebekah's room, Benjamin was heading back to his own when he saw Candice waiting by his door. The hard lines of his face softened instantly.

"Candice, were you waiting for me?"

Divorce. There was that word again. Benjamin flinched, his mind recoiling from the idea. He felt a responsibility for Rebekah; he believed she needed his protection. Divorce was out of the question.

Before he could say so, Candice dropped another bombshell.

"Benjamin, I know you've always had feelings for me. I've seen how good you are to me. I've been faithful to Keith's memory for years… I think that's long enough."

The implication was unmistakable. Benjamin stared at her, his shock reflected in her hopeful eyes. For a long moment, he was speechless before a deep frown creased his brow.

He should have been ecstatic. The woman he'd loved for years was finally willing to be with him. Yet, the first image that flashed through his mind was Rebekah's face.

He gently pulled his hand away. "Don't joke around, Candice. It's late. You should get some sleep."

As Candice watched him retreat into his bedroom, her expression turned to ice. *Rebekah,* she thought, *I really underestimated you.*