Love Me Or Leave Me

CHAPTER 40

Charlie was more familiar with the entertainment industry, so it was indeed better for him to run the entertainment company. However, Debra still wanted to consult her daughter.

“Becky, what do you think about letting Charlie run the company?” she asked.

Charlie quickly looked at his sister, clasping his hands together pleadingly.

Rebecca chuckled and nodded. “Charlie knows the industry well. Letting him run the company is the best choice.”

Debra smiled.

Charlie was ecstatic. He jumped over and hugged his sister tightly, overflowing with joy. “Ah, Becky, my dear sister,

I love you more than anything!”

Amid the laughter, Rebecca began to feel tired. She was still recovering from childbirth and had been running

around the mountains for the past couple of days for a reality show shoot, which was quite exhausting.

“Take a break if you’re tired. Come to me, let me hold you,” Debra said as she reached out, gently pulling Rebecca

towards her. She let Rebecca rest her head in her lap and tenderly wrapped her arms around her daughter.

“Sleep now. We’ll wake you up when we get home.” Debra soothed.

There was nothing like a mother’s embrace.

Rebecca smiled faintly, murmured a reply, and then nestled into her mother’s arms. She breathed in her mother’s

familiar scent and slowly closed her eyes.

At Edwards Villa, Theodore’s parents, Michael Edwards and Helen Dynevor, had just returned from abroad. The

couple sat with stern faces across from Theodore in the living room.

Michael broke the silence, his voice icy. “Theodore, I heard you abandoned your company duties a few days ago just to visit Rebecca in the mountains? When did you become so irrational? Over a woman? Is she more important than your company?” he questioned, displeased.

Theodore frowned, mirroring his father’s expression of disapproval. “I didn’t go to see Rebecca. I went to see my kids.”

“Rebecca had the babies?” Helen immediately followed up, her frown showing her disapproval.

Theodore nodded, his own frown deepening. “Yes.”

“And where are the babies now?” Helen asked.

“Since the babies are born, we’ll keep them. As for Rebecca… you just find a reason to divorce her as soon as possible. She is no match for you,” Helen declared.

Theodore remained silent.

“And what about Janet?” Helen continued, her frown deepening. “There are rumors that the child she had is

yours?”

“It isn’t,” Theodore denied without hesitation.

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Michael also frowned, interrogating. “What do you mean?”

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my business.

Theodore was getting impatient. He stood up and said, “I’ve got this. No need for you to worry

I have some matters to attend to. I’m leaving now.” With that, Theodore turned and walked out.

Michael stood up and shouted, “Theodore, come back here and explain yourself!!

But Theodore didn’t look back as he walked away.

Leaving home, Theodore headed straight to his friend’s club.

His three close friends, Nathan Castillejo, Wyatt Shatner, and lan Johansson, were already in the private room. Wyatt was alone, but Nathan and lan each had a beautiful companion.

When Theodore entered, the three men silently made space for him.

Theodore walked in, took the seat they had cleared for him, grabbed a bottle of liquor, opened it, and started drinking straight from it.

Nathan and lan exchanged a glance, and then both looked at Wyatt, silently asking with their eyes, ‘What’s up with

Theodore?”

Wyatt glanced at them, shook his head, and then picked up a glass of milk, downing it in one go.

As Theodore finished one bottle and reached for a second, lan, sitting to his right, quickly stood up. He grabbed the bottle from Theodore’s hand and asked urgently, “Theodore, what’s going on? What happened?”

Theodore glanced at lan without a word, his outstretched hand taking a detour to grab the liquor bottle beside

him.

lan tried to intervene, but Nathan held him back.

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That night, Theodore drank until he was thoroughly drunk, not uttering a single word to anyone else. In the end, his cheeks flushed red, he collapsed onto the sofa and fell asleep instantly.

“Hey, is this about Rebecca again?” lan cautiously asked Wyatt.

Wyatt sighed and shook his head. “I have no idea.”

“Bullshit, you’re with him all the time, and you don’t know what’s going on?” Nathan retorted, frowning.

Hearing this, Wyatt looked at Nathan.

Nathan rolled his eyes. “What are you staring at me for? Even if you do, my answer won’t change. Don’t take us for

fools. Whatever, it’s your business. If you don’t want to talk about it, then don’t.

“Damn, a perfectly good night got ruined like this. I’m out of here. Next time, if this drunkard is coming, don’t invite me.” Nathan stood up, clearly annoyed.

“Ask him yourself when he wakes up. It’s not my place to say much,” Wyatt finally said, his tone calm and

measured.

lan quickly tried to ease the tension. “Let it go, Nathan. Wyatt really can’t speak for Theodore’s issues. Don’t hold it against him.”

Grumbling under his breath, Nathan grabbed his date and left in a huff.

Only lan and Wyatt remained in the private room. After a moment, lan sent his date out, shutting the door behind her. He then turned to Wyatt. “Did Theodore and Rebecca have a fight?”

“When don’t they have issues?” Wyatt retorted, exasperated.

lan paused, then nodded. “True, they are never at peace.”

Looking over at the drunken Theodore sprawled on the sofa, lan hesitated before saying, “A few days ago, I saw something strange. Rebecca and Janet were on a reality show together?”

Wyatt remained silent.

tan frowned, “That’s odd. Isn’t she usually at home? How did she end up in the showbiz and on the same show as

Janet? How did she even get in?”

Wyatt stood up and said, “If there’s nothing else, I’ll take him home now.

With that, he moved to lift the drunken Theodore.

When drunk, Theodore was deadweight, and it was Wyatt’s bad luck to be both his friend and subordinate.

Whenever Theodore got plastered, it was always Wyatt’s responsibility to get him home safely.

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Wyatt struggled to get Theodore back to his villa, painstakingly carrying him up the stairs and laying him on the

bed.

But as soon as he was on the bed, Theodore turned and grabbed Wyatt’s hand, gripping it tightly. Though barely conscious, he ordered through clenched teeth, “Rebecca, don’t leave!”

Wyatt paused momentarily in silence, then resolutely pried Theodore’s hand open.

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