Chapter 395 Visiting Andy

"Well... it's been a long time that we haven't seen each other," said Rachel with a smile.

"Yes, you're right. By the way, do you want to see Andy? I think he misses you so much," Bill said.

"Oh, I'd love to." Rachel happily agreed because she also wanted to see Andy again after quite a long
time.

She looked at her watch and smiled awkwardly. "I'm afraid I have to go now. I still have a class."

"It's okay. I'll wait for you."

She didn't want Bill to wait that long, so she suggested that he leave his address to her, and she would
visit them next time. However, he insisted on waiting for her.

Since her class was about to start, she didn't have time to discuss with him anymore. She just wished
that Bill would get bored of waiting and leave. But when she came out of the classroom after her class,
she saw that he was still there, waiting for her.

They chatted along their way. But most of the time, Bill was the one who did the talking. He told Rachel
everything about his life in France. After quite a while, he noticed that she seemed to be hiding
something from him.

He tried his best to squeeze out some information from her, but she deliberately avoided all his
questions, so he had to give up.

Andy used to be an amiable old man. But because of Alzheimer's disease, he couldn't recognize
people anymore, even those who were closest to him, including Bill.

"Hello, Andy!" Rachel was so happy to see him again. "Can you still remember me?"



Seeing her, a trace of happiness surfaced on Andy's wrinkled face. He replied, "Of course, I know you."

"That's great! Who am I?"

"You are Bill's grandma," he answered at once. The smile on Rachel's face froze, and Bill, who was
standing behind her,

couldn't help laughing.

"What did you say?" Bill asked amusedly. Andy took out a lollipop from his pocket and handed it to him.
"Little Bill, have a candy."

"Oh... but I'm not a child anymore," Bill said awkwardly.

Rachel tried her best to hold back her laughter.

"She is Rachel. Don't you remember her anymore? And I'm Bill, not little Bill," Bill said to him seriously.
"How about now? Can you now remember us?"

"Nonsense! Little Bill, why can't you recognize your own grandma?" Andy insisted that Rachel was
Bill's grandmother. Seeing the embarrassment on Bill's face, Rachel didn't know whether to laugh or to
cry.

She asked him, "Have you brought him to the doctor?"

"Not yet. That doctor is very famous, so he has a lot of patients every day. I've already made an
appointment with him, but we still have to wait for a few more days." Then Bill tried to explain to Andy
again, but eventually gave up. He turned to Rachel again and said, "You can visit Andy any time from
now on.

Whatever you are going through right now, you are always welcome to us."



"Thank you." Perhaps it was because of her pregnancy that she was a bit emotional.

Trying to hold back her tears, she said, "I'm fine. What else can happen to me? My life is almost the
same every day."

He knew that she was only pretending to be brave, but he didn't expose her.

Nonstop drinking in the past few days made Jack look worst. Staring at him right now, Tracy felt very
sorry for him.

She asked the maid to bring the tea she prepared for him to sober up.

He frowned and motioned for the maid to take it away.

"Son, look at yourself. If you continue to be like this, your dad will definitely have a heart attack." Tracy
had not given up persuading him. In just a few days, she had already said those words to him more
than a hundred times.

But Jack continuously turned a deaf ear to her.

Today was also the same. As soon as he heard her nagging, he took out his mobile phone and played
with it. His message ring tone sounded almost every few seconds, and it gave her a headache. She
couldn't help yelling at him, "Can't you mute your phone?"

Without looking at her, he put away his phone and stood up.

She stopped him immediately. "Where are you going?"

"Amanda wants to see me."

"Who is Amanda?"



"A young model I met recently." After those curt replies, he sneered and left.

Royal Court Club was not a high-end club in Ninwell City. It was a place where most models and young
women hung out in the hope of meeting some rich men.

Jack had never been here before, but recently, he had become a regular customer here.

As soon as the manager saw him, he smiled and greeted him warmly, "Mr. Fu, you're here. Amanda
has been waiting for you for a long time."

"Which room?" he asked coldly.

"Room 888. Just go straight, please."

He went straight ahead. The dim light and the noisy music in the background seemed to make him
temporarily forget all his troubles.

Inside the private room, Amanda was wearing a sexy off-shoulder dress that was pulled too low,
showing her cleavage. The hemline of her dress was also intentionally pulled up to show her slender
legs and thighs.

Jack entered the room and closed the door. Without even casting a glance at her, he threw a bundle of
money at her and said in a cold voice, "As usual, just keep quiet. I only want to drink wine."

The regular working life somehow made Rachel at peace.

She only had a week of morning sicknesses and retching ups. After those, she didn't feel anything
unusual anymore.

As part of her daily routine, she turned on the radio before going to the bathroom to freshen up.



The DJ's voice sounded exaggerated, and it made her feel inexplicably uncomfortable. Since she didn't
like it, she was about to switch to a different network, when she suddenly heard Jack's name.

"Jack Fu, the CEO of MK Group, seems to have been enjoying his life recently. He has been having a
good time with a lot of women. According to the report, he has affairs with eight young models in just
one week."

"Eight? Are you sure about that number?" another DJ asked in the same exaggerated tone. The two of
them asked and answered each other tacitly.

Rachel stood still in a daze. All of a sudden, she had forgotten to change the radio channel.

The DJ continued in a somewhat proud tone, "Of course, I'm sure about that. They were even
photographed."

"But there are only seven days in a week."

"Don't be silly. He can definitely enjoy two women in one day."

The two then burst into laughter and played an extremely exaggerated music.

Rachel shivered upon hearing the whole news. She hurriedly removed the batteries of the radio and
threw them in a trash can.

She promised to herself that she would never listen to the radio again. It would only affect the baby in
her belly.

But the news was not only broadcasted on the radio, but also on TV. Bill was at home watching the
news, so he saw it. Now, he had confirmed that something went wrong between Jack and Rachel. The
next day, he went to her school to ask her.



"What happened?" he asked after blocking her way.

"What you mean?" Rachel asked confusedly.

"Haven't you heard the news about Jack yesterday?"

"No, I haven't. Why? What's wrong with him?"

At this time, two female students passed by them. They were happily gossiping in a slightly loud voice.

One student tilted her head and said, "Hey, have you seen the latest news about Jack Fu?"

"Yes. He has affairs with eight young models in one week. So exciting!" the other replied while giggling
exaggeratedly.

"You know what? I also heard that he was about to get married. But on the day of their wedding, the
bride found out what kind of person he was, so she ran away and left him."

The students were already a bit far away and Rachel couldn't hear the rest of their words anymore. Bill
had a stern look on his face.

"Tell me the truth," he said in a low voice.

Rachel still tried to dodge the topic. "What truth?"

There were a few seconds of silence between them before Bill called out her name in a slightly raised
voice. "Rachel!"

He paused, took a deep breath to calm down a little, and whispered, "Am I still your friend? If yes, stop
hiding it from me."



She pressed her lips tightly and stood still without saying a word.

Seeing her reaction, he continued, "If you really have nothing to say, then I won't ask anymore. I don't
think we still need to be friends. After all, you won't tell me anything."

He then turned around and left,

deliberately slowing down his steps in the hope that she would stop him. But she was too stubborn to
do it.

He was already at the gate when he turned to look at her. She was still standing there in a daze, with
the same facial expression.

Shaking his head, he turned around and walked back to her.

However, he didn't expect what happened next. Rachel suddenly fainted. Fortunately, he was quick
enough to catch her, so she did not fall to the ground.

Jonathan was reading a newspaper in the living room.

He suddenly slammed it on the table, stood up immediately, and shouted, "Jack, do you still have any
sense of shame to make such news? What will others say about our family?"

"Let them say whatever they want to say."

Jack sank back on the sofa. The bruises under his eyes were still visible.

He had still been thinking of Rachel in the past days. Every time he closed his eyes, he could see her
staring at him. Her memories gave him those sleepless nights, and he would always end up drowning
himself in alcohol.



Jonathan's thick eyebrows were drawn together tightly upon looking at him. He then said sternly, "You
can continue doing this as long as you want, but I can't stand it anymore."

At first, he didn't want to talk about this matter so much. After all, he felt guilty because it was their fault
that Rachel had left Jack. But this time, Jack had already gone overboard.

Tracy felt angry and anxious at the same time while watching Jonathan and Jack. Before Jonathan
could say anything more, she interrupted, "Son, we admit that it was our fault from the beginning. If you
really can't let her go, your father and I can look for her and ask for her forgiveness. Would that be okay
with you?

Just stop torturing yourself like this."


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