After the divorce, he begged

When Rebecca finally learned it was Andrea in the hospital, her racing heart calmed at last–but an odd, uneasy feeling lingered.

“Your friend tried to drown herself in the river. Luckily, a good Samaritan happened to spot her and got her out,” the doctor said, passing Rebecca a stack of papers. “These are her medical bills. Go pay them.”

Rebecca tried to protest, “I’m not—”

The doctor interrupted, urgent. “Just go. She’s still in critical condition. I need to check her right now.”

Rebecca stood there for ages, just staring at the payment slip in her hands.

After a long moment, she finally pulled out her phone and called Mark Mason,

“Find out Andrea’s parents‘ contact info and send it to me,” she said.

“Got it,” Mark Mason replied.

Half an hour later, Andrea was wheeled back into her hospital room.

Rebecca quickly told the doctor she wasn’t actually Andrea’s friend, but since the treatment had already happened and no one had paid the bill, the hospital staff just shrugged and didn’t bother asking many questions.

“Her phone lists you as her emergency contact. Seriously, how are you not friends?” the doctor said.

“Don’t worry, she’s not in any real danger now. She’ll be awake soon,” the doctor added.

“Could you try contacting her family for us, if you can?” the doctor asked.

After a few rounds of back–and–forth, Rebecca was basically stuck there.

Staring at Andrea lying in the hospital bed, Rebecca couldn’t help but get suspicious. For a moment, she actually wondered if Andrea had orchestrated the whole thing, just to make her come see her.

But the more she thought about it, the less likely it sounded.

No one would mess around with their own life like that. If nobody had come to save her, she’d really be dead.

While Rebecca was still mulling things over, Mark Mason sent her Andrea’s parents‘ contact info. She picked a number and dialed. After a few rings, a groggy, grumpy–sounding middle–aged man picked up. “Who the hell is this? You got nothing better to do than call people at this hour?”

“Are you Andrea’s dad?” Rebecca asked.

“Ha, I wish I was that brat’s old man, but she wouldn’t have me if I tried,” he sneered, voice dripping with mockery. “What do you want, huh? Is she running off to get married, or did her real father finally decide to step up?”

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Rebecca stayed quiet for a moment, then hung up.

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about his own daughter that way, there was

and explained the situation, Linda Young erupted, her tone harsh and impatient. “Save me the drama! I’m

up for life or even sentenced to death,

so badly, she can do it

She hung up

Andrea’s family was struggling and her parents treated

She wanted to

replied: [Yeah, I’m

[Why are you

at the

Jessica: [Wait, what???]

[Are you

the middle of

Jeffrey,” Rebecca replied, honestly surprised by how

told Jessica everything that had happened that

no one else to hand things off to,

dumb at all,” Jessica shot

Rebecca was speechless.

listed in the official Scott family records, she’s still his

Rebecca paused.

never even considered

him anyway,” Jessica said, totally casual about stuff like this. “I’ll just

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myself.”

her word, Jessica dialed him

later, she texted Rebecca: He’ll be here in about forty

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thought better of it–Jessica was just straightforward like that. Andrea’s whole situation didn’t faze her. Rebecca

in her own head.

here,” a faint voice came from

at the

her eyes,

Andrea said, her

Jessica’s dad to get there. Seeing Andrea so weak and messed

if I didn’t somehow die,

Rebecca frowned slightly.

about all this like it was nothing, Rebecca suddenly felt this rush of

you actually wanted to

is nonstop trouble from my parents, and Jeffrey might

won’t be that bad,” Rebecca said rationally. “If you just return all the property, you’ll probably only get a couple of years at

none of this mattered

up

her