Billionaire’s Reborn Baby Chapter 322
In the Peck’s.
“Arabe, what’s up?”
In recent days, Arabe had been staying at home. It was said that something had happened in the GY
Temple. She was afraid of being revenged on, so she chose to stay at home. Besides, there were
many bodyguards patrolling in the house every day. However, after a few days, there was no danger,
so Arabe went out again. Sometimes, she would go to thepany or to a banquet.
Arabe wasn’t an introvert girl, maybe due to her parents’ sound protection. She had always been
under her parents’ protection, and she went abroad after she reached adulthood. Her parents would
ensure all of her needs when she was abroad and also because of her optimistic character, she almost
didn’t experience any hardships over the past years.
The only obstacle in her life was her unrequited love for Vincent in the past fifteen years.
However, Jaquan, who was her protector, seemed to be indifferent to her at this moment. She was
afraid of being snubbed, so, reasonably, she epted Jaquan. Yet, surprisingly, Jaquan did not like her
either.
A sense of failure attacked Arabe. She seated on the sofa and stared at somewhere absent-
mindedly. On hearing her mother’s words, Arabe began to cry.
“Mom, am I a loser?”
The Pecks had a tradition of female superiority, but in the Grandmother’s generation, males gradually
dominated. Men were included in the candidates for the sessor of the Pecks. However, Arabe’s
mother Rachel was the one and the only female Peck, so beyond dispute, she became the sessor
of the Pecks.
The Pecks was different from the Scavos. The Pecks had less children than the Scavos, so there were
less schemes or tricks in the Peck family. Rachel had a carefree childhood and she was gentle. In
addition to her son’s autism since childhood, her children were almost the apples of her eyes.
When she saw Arabe crying, Rachel got a heartache. She sat down with one hand around Arabe’s
shoulder. She asked, “What’s wrong? What’s the failure? What do you fail?”
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Before getting Arabe’s answer, she continued, “My daughter is the best.”
Although the age of female superiority in her family had passed, but Rachel still thought that girls were
supposed to be pampered. She believed that only by that, men were willing to show his love and loyalty
by spending time with her girl.
Yet apparently, her thoughts didn’t hold true to Arabe.
“Then why don’t they like me?” Arabe looked up at her mother and asked, “Mom, why don’t they like
me?”
“Who are they?”
Rachel thought that Vincent who became the patriarch of the Scavos at a young age was Arabe’s
only love. Rachel and her husband also liked Vincent, but that kind of feeling didn’t mean they would
agree to marry their daughter into the Scavos.
Who were the Scavos?
How many men died to get the title of the patriarch? How could they marry their daughter into that
family?
Back then, when Arabe pursued Vincent, the Pecks all objected to that, including Rachel, but she
didn’t have the heart to see her daughter crying. That was why she sent her daughter abroad because
time could kill Arabe’s feelings for Vincent.
Unexpectedly, after four years, Arabe still had a thing for Vincent when she came back. Rachel had
no choice but toe terms with the fact.
However, before long, Arabe came back crying in a rainy night. Although she didn’t tell anything, her
families all guessed it out that she had been rejected by Vincent.
Actually, it took a load off Rachel’s mind. As long as the Scavos didn’t agree, Arabe had no way to be
married into that family even if she wanted to.
As for those boys, Rachel and her husband were fond of Jaquan and Randy, especially Jaquan.
Because Randy was obsessed with games, Arabe’s parents were worried that he would lose himself
in the games instead of caring about Arabe. Therefore, after several rounds of discussion, they paid
their attention to Jaquan.
Jaquan was so good. He graduated from the Law school and became awyer at such a young age.
Moreover, he was also good-looking. He and Arabe was a perfect match, in the view of Arabe’s
parents.
Arabe’s parents did not expect that Arabe and Jaquan would be in a rtionship, though that was
what they wanted to see. When they heard from their servants that Jaquan waited downstairs for their
daughter and even visited Trevor in the garret for several times, they were all the more pleased.
How long it was? Why things woulde to this?
“Make it clear! Who don’t like you?” Rachel asked in surprise, “Could it be Jaquan?”
Arabe sniffed, “I want to go back to my room.”
“Hey, you, tell me that.” Rachel didn’t catch her daughter. Arabe went upstairs with her tear-tainted
eyes, leaving her mother alone in the living room. Rachel muttered, “That’s impossible! Doesn’t Jaquan
like Arabe?”
What was going on?
“Madam, the dumplings are ready.” The servant brought in a tray of hot dumplings with two small leaf-
shaped tes on it. One te contained vinegar and the other soy sauce. There was a pair of silver
chopsticks that had just been sterilized ced on a small china chopsticks rack.
Rachel hurriedly stood up and said, “Give it to me.”
At every festival, she would visit her son. Even if she couldn’t meet him face to face, she would stay in
his room for a while. What if … he, on the spur of the moment, wanted to see her?
It was a dry and cold day. Carp g still stood there. Rachel paced herself to the door of the garret. She
knocked on the door and asked, “Trevor, it is your Mom. May Mome in?”
A soft sound came from inside.
Rachel was happy. She held the tray in one hand and gently pushed the door open with the other hand.
The room was so warm that it was a little bit stuffy.
She didn’t have the energy toin. When she came in, she closed the door immediately in case
that the cold wind would blow inside. Then she carefully ced the tray at the door, took off her shoes
and sat down on the nket.
“Did you have sound a sleep?” She asked.
There was a knock as an answer.
Rachel smiled and said, “Today is the New Year. I make some dumplings. Have some before they get
cold.”
There was no reply.
She wanted to see him, so she stood there and refused to leave. Many years had passed. Every New
Year, she would stay there to beg to see her son. However, if she still stood there, the dumplings would
get cold. Rachel was about to sob, “Trevor, don’t you want to see Mom?”
The thick curtains covered the entire bed and hid the man from Rachel.
Whether her boy became taller or thinner? Did he feel sick because of some illness? Rachel could not
tell, nor did she dare to intrude into the curtain-sealed bed. She stood on the carpet and looked at the
canopy. She was so sad that tears began to streak down.
“Trevor, mom is leaving.” She finally wiped tears off and got her shoes changed. Then, she went out
and closed the door, afraid that a cold wind woulde inside.
The sound of getting downstairs echoed in the garret. After a long time, a pale hand extended from the
curtain. The hand was so pallid and even the blood vessels under his skin were visible.
With the cover of his ck hood, he slowly got out of bed and stepped barefoot on the carpet. Then he
took the tray by the door and put it on the bed.
There was a beautiful face on theputer screen. It was Christy who wasughing while having her
dumplings. For Trevor, it was the first time he had seen someone who would have such happyughs.
Robot Eleven sat beside Trevor and looked at Christy on the screen with him.
Trevor picked up a dumpling and put it in front of Eleven.. He seemed to be greeting it with Happy New
Year in a soft voice, but he was more likely to tell it that another year had passed.