Chapter: 1077

"Andy, what do you want to say?"

Andy firmly looked at her and said, "Miss Bennet, when you disappeared, I always thought you'd be happier if you had been married to Mr. Jimenez instead of Victor."

"It's over now, Andy. There's no point in bringing it up again.”

"I know. I just think that..." Andy took a deep breath and fixed his gaze on her.

“You and Victor aren't tied to each other now, Miss

Bennet. I understand that you don't want to think about the future right now, but you will need to remarry at some point. And if your mother was still around, she would want to see you being happy.

Besides, Joe will also need a father figure. I can tell Mr. Jimenez cares deeply about you. Why don't you try to accept him, Miss Bennet?"

Rachel looked into his eyes, and after a moment, she said, "Andy, the truth is, the person Roger loves is Rachel."

“Pardon me?" Andy was confused about what she said. Wasn't she Rachel?

Rachel sighed. People wouldn't believe her even if she told them she was not the real Rachel.

Rachel pressed her lips together. Her finger that had been cut by the broken glass ached as soon as she tightened her grip on it.

“Anyway, Roger and I can never be together. Please don't talk about this anymore, Andy."

Andy sighed.

"Fine. I won't say it again."

Rachel smiled faintly. She checked the time, her uneasiness still lingering. After hesitating for a while, she finally picked up the phone.

“Andy, I have to make a call."

"Go ahead."

Rachel rose from her seat and left the room. She scrolled through the contact list on her phone, where only a few people's numbers were kept. She then came to a halt and bit her Lip.

She didn't know who to call. She couldn't figure out why she was so agitated.

Rachel sighed and pondered. Just when she was feeling hopeless, she instantly saw Joey's phone number and dialed it.

Meanwhile, Carson took out the chocolate and banana flavored milk from the bag and tossed it in his palm. His eyes then fell on the

Ferrari that was only a few steps away.

“Hey, here's the milk you want!" Carson walked forward and was about to open the door. Before he could reach the car handle, he slightly wobbled the drink.

But when he finally opened it, Joey was nowhere to be found.

Carson's mouth hung open as he lost his grip, spilling the milk onto the driver's seat. He immediately checked the back seat and found nothing. Joey wasn't in the car.