Rebecca Quentin sat on the edge of the bed and expressed her concern, "Are you sure you're really okay?"
Christine Quinn nodded and took a sip of water.
Rebecca Quentin sighed softly, "I'm starting to wonder if my efforts to pair you up with Mr. Jones were all wrong?"
Christine Quinn placed the cup on the bedside table, reached out to hold Rebecca Quentin's slightly cold hand, and said sincerely, "Becca, stop worrying about me... You and Howard Geoffrey have come so far, I'd rather see you enjoy your life without worries."
"But I'm worried about you..."
Christine Quinn smiled and shook her head, "Have you forgotten? I've made it through like this all these years."
Rebecca Quentin's voice choked, "When I saw you getting out of Howard Geoffrey's car looking lifeless, I was really scared..."
"Silly, scared of what?"
Rebecca Quentin reached out to embrace Christine Quinn, her tone growing hoarser, "I'm afraid of losing you, sis..."
