Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 270

Kathlen couldn't just let Rebecca's tantrum slide today; it was about more than just a little slap on the wrist. Living in a bubble of luxury, Rebecca had no idea how fierce her admired cousin could become when pushed too far. Kathlen glanced at the mark on Rebecca's cheek, feeling a twinge of guilt. "Let's get you home, and I'll put some of my special ointment on it," she said. "By morning, the swelling will be gone, and there won't be a trace left. Don't worry." Rebecca, with her childlike mood swings, was quick to soften under Kathlen's soothing words. The discomfort she felt began to fade, and she couldn't help but pout, "Mom, that slap really stung. How could you be so mean? And Selena, she's such a bi-" She caught herself as Kathlen shot her a warning look, quickly pivoting, "What I mean is, you've already punished me and made me apologize. Why did you still give her that last precious box of pills? What makes her so special?"

Rebecca had begged for that box countless times, hoping to save it for her dowry when she got married, but Kathlen had never budged. Now, Selena had swooped in and taken it, and Rebecca felt like she'd lost before even starting the game. Something flashed in Kathlen's eyes as she calmly explained, "I'm just fixing your mess. Your father's trying to push a project at the company, and Everett is playing hardball. Now that you've stirred up trouble with Selena, are you trying to get your father ousted from Bennett Corporation?"

Rebecca didn't grasp the business dynamics and muttered, "Everett would never be that cold. Dad's his uncle. Family should stick together."

Kathlen sighed, shaking her head, thinking Rebecca was a lost cause. Thank goodness for her son, who was about to finish his PhD at Oxford. When he returned, their family would rise again. For now, they couldn't afford to antagonize Everett.

"From now on, keep your head

up trouble again. Though she hesitated, "And what about Selena's baby? Are we just

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is a long journey. Who knows if the baby will even make it

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hospital room, Ava brought lunch as Everett

complaint despite his picky taste. He

watched him eat gracefully and suddenly asked, "Why'd

"I told you, I missed you, so I