Hogan and Jane rushed in after hearing the commotion, both stopping short in astonishment when they saw Rebecca standing in their living room.
"Rebecca? What are you doing back here?" they blurted out in unison.
Rebecca fixed them with a cold stare. "Why? Surprised to see me?"
Jane snorted. "You have some nerve showing your face! We sent you off to the countryside to marry Jerry, everything was settled, and you just ran off halfway through. We never even came after you—how dare you come back now?"
Rebecca gave a short, humorless laugh. "Sent me off to the country to be someone's wife? Did any of you ever bother to ask what I wanted? I ignored you back then, but I never once agreed to it."
There was no way she would ever let this family control her life.
Hogan couldn’t care less about rehashing the past; his voice was cold and sharp. "What about your child? Where is your baby?"
He hadn't seen Rebecca in years and didn’t have the slightest idea what had happened to his adopted daughter—or where she’d gone when she’d vanished, pregnant and alone.
Rebecca’s gaze was icy. "My child has nothing to do with any of you. I’m here for something else."
Hogan’s brow furrowed. "What could you possibly want? Don’t tell me you’ve run out of money and come crawling back for a handout."
His voice dripped with mockery, convinced that Rebecca must have had a miserable life away from the Foster family.
He was just waiting for her to get down on her knees, beg for forgiveness, and apologize for her youthful rebellion.
Rebecca found his arrogance almost laughable. Her foster father had never cared for anything except money and his own interests; not a trace of real affection existed in that man.

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