"I've already instructed the servants, but I'm not sure if Becca is willing to eat."
"For now, we can only let her be."
Howard Geoffrey pushed open the study door and walked in directly.
Mrs. Geoffrey saw Howard standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, tilting his head to light a cigarette, and said with difficulty, "Howie, I knew it wouldn't be this simple... Becca is impossible to accept such a fact no matter what..."
Howard remained silent, staring at the evening scene outside the window, slowly exhaling smoke.
Mrs. Geoffrey suddenly spoke, "Howie, I want to..."
Howard interrupted her, "Mom, don't worry about things between Becca and me."
"How can I not worry? Becca loves Alexander Quentin so much, she can't forgive this... What I've been worried about has finally happened. Howie, I've never been able to influence your decisions, but I've known from the beginning that you and Becca can't have a good outcome..."
"Since I've made my decision, I won't regret it."
