Quentin Villa.
In the living room, "Mr. Geoffrey, Miss, it's great that you can come back. I believe the master will feel better when he sees you!" the housekeeper Aunt Clare said enthusiastically.
Seeing Aunt Clare's joyful look, Rebecca Quentin blamed herself, "It's all my fault. If I had come back to visit Daddy more often, maybe he wouldn't have gotten so sick."
Indeed, over the past two years, Rebecca hadn't visited her father, Alexander Quentin, very often. This wasn't because she had forgotten about her loving father after getting married. Instead, every time she saw Alexander, she was reminded of the real reason behind her marriage. As time went on, she began to avoid her father. She only started to regret this six months ago, when she was told he was seriously ill...
Aunt Clare comforted her, "Life and death, sickness and old age, are the natural course of life. Don't feel bad, Miss. The master is eager to see you both. Let me take you upstairs!"
Rebecca nodded, "Okay."
