Rebecca Quentin took a deep breath, with a hint of a smile, and said gently, "I might not be able to visit you for a long time because I'm planning to return to New York..."
"Daddy, I didn't stop Howard Geoffrey, will you support my decision?"
Lowering her head, Rebecca Quentin swallowed the lump in her throat, then raised her head, her eyes glistening as she looked at her father, "I don't know if you'd agree with my decision if you were still alive, but perhaps being in prison is a way for mommy to atone... Don't worry, I'll make sure someone takes care of her in prison, even if she never loved me."
Touching her lips, Rebecca Quentin placed a kiss on her father's cheek.
Reluctantly she stood up, speaking to her father in her heart...
Daddy, I'm leaving, I'll come back to see you when I can... I promise you, I will be happy.
Leaving the pebble-paved path of the cemetery, Rebecca Quentin took out her phone.
Turning it on, she received two messages.
