Destined to Be His Ch 6

Chapter 6 A Daughter
After delivering the food, Rebecca went straight home. She stood in front of the door and raised her hand to knock.
Soon, a deliberately lowered voice came from inside. “Rooster, hen, big plate of chicken.”
Another code?
Rebecca sighed and smiled, replying, “Thanks, old pal, for the double-tap.”
“Circle, steel ring, hula hoop.”
Rebecca responded, “The magic of love spins around.”
With the correct answer, the door finally opened.
A little girl, dressed in a white princess dress and chubby, rushed out and hugged Rebecca’s legs. “Congratulations, Mommy, you got everything right! You’ve earned the right to come home!”
Rebecca smiled at the corner of her mouth. She often worked night shifts, and Emma was very security-conscious, always using the codes. She was a well-behaved and sensible girl. She was also her biological daughter!
Three years ago, after leaving the hospital, she gave birth to a daughter in the car, not realizing she was having twins! But Jocelyn, worried that the check-ups would leak the news, had never let her do any, so neither of them knew.
Later, she couldn’t bear to part with her, so she begged the driver to keep her quiet.
Emma’s existence must never be known by Jocelyn or that blind man!
“Emma, you forgot to call me ‘Rebecca the Fairy.'”
“Okay, Mommy, I know now.”
Rebecca mused, Is there any hope for Emma’s intelligence?
“By the way, Mommy, Grandma said she needs to talk to you.”
Just as the words left Emma’s mouth, the door creaked open, and Scarlett walked out of her room in a green nightgown.
With her tan wool curls and a face mask, her lips tinted a rosy red, Scarlett, who had been born in the countryside, had somehow managed to look a bit like an upper-class lady thanks to the Wilson family’s adoption allowance.
She threw a jar of homemade pickled vegetables on the table and said, “Tomorrow at 7 p.m., take this to Feasta Restaurant for Mr. Greg.”
Greg, weighing 200 pounds, covered in pimples, 40 years old, had killed five wives. He was Sylvanvale’s infamous fat, ugly, round, and perverted man.
Rebecca furrowed her brows and instinctively refused, “I don’t want to go, I rarely go over there.”
Scarlett’s expression darkened. “Mr. Greg paid for this exclusive pickled vegetable. I’ve already taken his money. If you don’t go, how am I supposed to explain it? Besides, the money is for Emma’s new clothes for the season change, not for me.”
Rebecca hadn’t expected Scarlett to buy new clothes for Emma. For Emma’s sake, she didn’t refuse again.
“Okay.” It would only take some time tomorrow, and she’d drop it off on the way.
Scarlett watched Rebecca return to her room with a cold, aloof figure, her eyes growing dark and scheming.
This adopted daughter never got close to her. Indeed, once adopted, always adopted, she would never be like a real daughter.
After Mr. Greg took care of things tomorrow, she’d see how high and mighty Rebecca could be.
But speaking of which, Jocelyn really was ruthless.
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The next day, Rebecca followed her usual routine, sending Emma to school and working as usual. When there were no orders, she took the time to visit Feasta Restaurant.
When she arrived at the reserved table, no one was there.
Strange, hasn’t he arrived yet?
She sat down, casually drank some water from the table, and took out her phone, preparing to make a call. Just then, Greg ran out, “Rebecca, you’re here! Sorry, I just went to the bathroom. Take a look at the menu, order whatever you want, I’ll cover the bill.”
In reality, the food at Feasta Restaurant was ridiculously expensive, with each sheet of paper costing 99. He didn’t want to spend money, but in order to give Rebecca the impression that he was wealthy, he acted generously, adopting a “order anything you like” attitude.
Rebecca smiled politely, placing the items on the table. “Mr. Greg, I won’t eat anything. These are things my mom asked me to deliver to you. I have work to do, so I’ll leave now.”
“Hey, why the rush?” Greg grabbed her arm and, with a friendly smile full of ulterior motives, said, “We’ve met, we’re friends. You’re delivering food and working so hard for so little money. Why not marry me? I’ll make sure you live a life of luxury, eating and drinking well every day.”
As he spoke, his hand drifted toward her, his face greasy, his breath smelling of alcohol and cigarettes. It was absolutely disgusting.
Rebecca slapped his hand away with a loud smack, standing up in alarm. “Mr. Greg, I believe in earning my own living. Please respect yourself!”
With that, she stood up and prepared to leave.
But suddenly, her head spun, and her body went limp. Before she could react, she collapsed back onto the couch.
“What… what did you put in the water?”