Rebecca POV：

My hand on the knife and fork paused and I looked up at Christian.

He had a very hurt expression, like a fragile glass statue that would crumble and collapse at the slightest word from me.

I was suddenly a little uncomfortable telling the truth.

"No, Father. You've taken good care of me." I justified it to myself, "But I don't want to be told I'm a loser who can only rely on my father, and it's not too late for me to create something on my own before I help him."

The most important point was that I couldn't bring the children to Christian now and I...