Savvy Son-in-law by VKBoy

CHAPTER 160 In that fraction of a second when Nolan fell from the second-floor’s balcony, his whole life didn’t play in his mind, but what played was the thought that his own flesh and blood, his own son, would try to kill him. He never even imagined that in his wildest dreams.

His body crashed on the ground in a big thud, startling the dogs that were in the cages meters away from where he fell. The dogs barked, but he wasn’t moving anymore.

George was still watching from the balcony with a sad expression. “Sorry, dad, but | still have half a life ahead of me. | will put the money to a better use, so... rest in peace.” He turned and walked back into the living room.

He noticed that Vlad and Mercie were busy with the playstation on the first floor. Lisa and Mercie, on the other hand, were reading books as ordered by Selena who had told them they needed to finish reading at least 12 books in one week if they wished to buy mobiles.

“Mother-in-law surely knows how to manipulate kids,” George thought. “Anyway, it seems like no one noticed.

Should I let them know? Or should | just wait?” He was about to go crying downstairs, but a scream cfrom outside. It was from Delle.

Everyone who heard the scream hurriedly cout of their rooms, except for Rebecca. She was in so much distress and in deep thought that her ears didn’t even faintly catch the noise of the scream.

Rebecca felt like screaming all her pain out, but she was holding it all inside, even though it felt too heavy to just swallow.

She thought she had seen too many things as a child and that she wouldn't let anyone in the outside world fool her again, but then she ended up being fooled big-tby her own mother, the swoman who brought her into this world. If Selena didn’t exist, Rebecca also wouldn't exist; and Rebecca hated that.

She worked hard all these years, earned millions, but still lived within her means and saved more than 90% of what she had earned. She didn’t gamble. She didn’t watch TV. Heck, she didn’t even spend much ton the inteor consother sources of entertainment. She just focused on controlling her desires and mostly focused on job during weekdays and focused on finding the right guy during weekends. Even though she went above and beyond her work, the company framed her and fired her for a mistake she didn't commit, and then she also lost her money for trusting her own mother.

She was very good at avoiding toxic people at work, but how could she avoid her mother with whom she had spent the most twith as a child? If a person you loved the most repeatedly breaks your heart, what should you do? Whether that person was your mother or not, the answer wouldn't be easy to cup with. Rebecca felt the sway. She could only clutch her head and hope the headache would go away. Her stomach was growling; she knew eating something would help, but she hadn't left the room since yesterday. Nobody had knocked on her door, either, not that she expected anyone to.

“Life is a . Love isn’t real. Everybody just lives for themselves. She had arrived at this belief long ago and then began living for herself even after marriage, but then somehow ended up falling back into her old way of thinking that life could still be bright as a rainbow if we strive for it.

“What should | even live for in this utterly selfish world?” as Rebecca was stressing herself, the door was knocked. Once. Twice. Thrice. But she was so lost in thought, she didn’t hear the knocks.

The door opened, and a guy in a helmet entered her room, giving her goosebumps, because the corner of his vision noticed it, and her body instinctively reacted from someone suddenly barging into her room. But when he removed the helmet, the shock in her face froze.

Benjamin? He was the last person she expected a visit from while she was in this villa. Why did he come? To trick her with his so-called love and confuse her thought process again.

Benjamin cover and sat down on the bed and opened the pizza box, with excitement written all over her face.

She glanced down at the pizza. Corn was sprinkled to form their names joined by a love symbol. Did he want her to eat this now? Didn't he know that she wasn't a fan of fast food? Benjamin cut a slice and raised it to the level of her mouth. She didn’t want to eat, but when he brought the pizza slice closer, she ended up taking a bite. The strong flavor of the corn and sauce filled her mouth. It was much tastier than she thought. She wanted to eat more, but she gently pushed his hand away. “Please,” Benjamin begged softly. “I'm sorry | cafter lunch time, but at least eat this one slice, or | won't be able to sleep tonight.” She tried to take the slice into her hand, but he didn’t let her and suggested with his head movements that he wanted to hand-feed her. She didn’t resist, or rather she didn’t put in the energy to resist.

Looking like a sad doll, she ate the slice bit by bit as he fed her. He sneakily fed her the second slice, too, and she mechanically ate it.

Even though he was trying his best, his love stopped at her eyes. After making her eat half the pizza, Benjamin asked for a hug, and she mechanically hugged him. Her eyes were out of focus, whereas Benjamin felt comforted after smelling her scent. Like a motherly scent, her scent made him feel at home. He wished he could keep hugging her forever, but he had to let go at spoint.

It was easy to see she was disappointed, but Benjamin thought it was because of her father auctioning the villa.

While she was lost in thought, he held her hand and asked, “Rebecca, why don’t you cwith me?”