Chapter 34 "How Could You—"

"And if he doesn't then the other one is yours as well," Michael exclaimed.

George, who was sitting on the couch, scoffed, "You just got a son-in-law, be happy with that for now."

When one of the helpers approached George with a hot water bag, Rachael inquired, "What happened to you?"

"He hurt his back when he was bringing your suitcase down."

"That was not the reason." He placed the hot compress on his back. "I was carrying the suitcase in a weird way."

Slapping her forehead, Rachael sighed, "I am so sorry, I shouldn't have asked you to bring it down all by yourself. I forgot that you are old now and have a very weak back."

"Hey, I am just thirty," George frowned. "Andrew and I are of the same age." If he was considered old, then technically Andrew was old too.

"Andrew can easily pass for twenty-five or twenty-seven," Michael remarked.

"You—" George wasn't liking how he was getting bullied by his father and sister. Since he couldn't defend himself, he seeked his mother's help. "Mom, dad and Rachael are being mean."

"The two of you need to stop ganging up on my son," Reeta snapped at the father-daughter duo. "He can also easily pass for twenty-five."

Rachael and Michael looked at each other before bursting into laughter.

"Mom—they are making fun of me again," George complained.

Reeta smacked Michael's arm. "Enough—"

"Why are you beating me? You should scold your son," Michael retorted.

"You are the oldest here, you shouldn't make fun of your son like that."

"That's right," George exclaimed.

Looking at the three of them bickering, Rachael smiled. More than anything, she was going to miss the daily fun interactions all four of them had. Thinking about all the good times she had spent with her family, she teared up.

"I am gonna miss you guys so much—" she gave them a hug.

Michael sighed and patted her back. "We will miss you too honey."

Gently caressing her arm, Reeta asked, "You will visit me all the time right?"

Rachael nodded. "All the time."

"Wait for me—" Holding his back, George limped his way and joined the group hug.

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[Andrew's car]

Giving her his handkerchief, Andrew assured, "Our place is not far from here, you can visit them all the time." She had been sobbing since they left her parents' place. He understood it was very overwhelming for her but he didn't like seeing her this way.

"Yeah I know." She took the handkerchief and wiped her tears. "It's just hard."

"I know."

Just then his phone, which was in the dashboard, started ringing. Andrew glanced at the caller ID and chose to ignore it. But the person kept calling him repeatedly.

"I think you should take it, what if it's something important?" Rachael suggested.

"It's not important—" he answered. "Can you put it in silent mode?"

"Yeah sure—" She picked up his phone. The number that kept flashing on the screen was saved as 'Owen'.

Since the number was saved, she assumed he must be someone Andrew knew.

Before she could ask him who 'Owen' was, the car stopped in front of a big fancy metal gate.

"We are here—" Andrew picked up a small remote from the dashboard. When he pressed the green button, the gate automatically opened.

He then drove inside.

She rolled down the window to get a better view of the place.

There were many guards near the gate and the adjacent area. Even their house had proper security but the number of guards she had seen from the main entrance towards the mansion was already two times more than what they had.

This made Rachael realise how tight the security was. Given Andrew's identity, it did make sense but she still felt that it was too much.

F

Andrew stopped the car near the entrance of the mansion.

"Wait here—" he unbuckled his seat belt and stepped out of the car. He then jogged to the other side and opened the door for her. "Come—" he offered her his hand.

She quickly unbuckled her seat belt, placed her hand on his and stepped out of the car.

"Good morning boss, madam." Two men greeted them.

"This is Samuel and Yuri, they are incharge of the security here." Placing his hand on Rachael's shoulder, he introduced her. "She is Rachael Watson, the new boss."

Rachael smiled at them. "It's a pleasure meeting you."

"Pleasure is all ours madam."

Giving them the car key, Andrew instructed, "Take the suitcase upstairs and—"

"Andrew Collins—" a man yelled at the top of his lungs.

Startled by the sudden yelling, Rachael looked at the direction it came from.

"How could you—" the man stormed towards them, grabbed Andrew's collar and pinned him against the car.

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