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Chapter 38

"Well we both finally have our homecoming!" The person said laughing menacingly as he got out of the car and made his way towards her.

Becky was utterly confused, as she looked at her friends for some sort of explanation.

"Oh! You must be wondering how, how the hell am I here, right?" He laughed, "Don't look at them, look at me. I will tell you how."

With every word he took one step closer, until he was face to face with her, Freen's hold on her arm tightening momentarily at the proximity.

"Obviously I blamed everything on your dearly departed father. Lucky for me he can't defend himself from the grave." He whispered, smirking.

Anger bubbled up inside becky, anguish swirling in her eyes but she holds herself off from saying anything. She won't give him the satisfaction.

"Do you know what kept me going in that jail cell for the past three years?"He let out a harsh laugh and then tightened his jaw again, "The look on your face, when I'm finally out here, when I finally get my freedom back."

"Imagine my surprise when I find out that while I got out, you got in, and inside a mental facility of all places. Then again, I can't say I'm surprised considering I knew you would one day end up here. Do you know why?" His eyes met her's, which was brimming with frustration, "Because the first time I saw you, the four year old girl who Mr. Armstrong had brought home, all I saw was a broken little girl. I could see the hollowness in your eyes."

Then something shifted in his eyes, she could see the pure hatred radiating off of him,

"Your father was busy running after his empire, your mother was fussing over your sick brother. I took you under my wing. I treated you like a daughter. How do you think I felt when I saw you in the court testifying against me?"

Becky let go of Freen's hold on her arms, as she took a step forward, looking at him with the same intensity, "Do you think I care about how you felt?" She chuckles dryly, "You talk about being a father and looking after me like you did a great thing. But we both know that is utter bullshit. You only ever do things that benefit you. You didn't want a daughter, you wanted a puppet who in the future would be the heir to all that you wanted. You wanted me wrapped around your fingers."

She scoffs, taking a step back, "If you think I left only because of father, you are wrong. I left everything behind because I saw right through you, Uncle Sunny." She said mocking him.

"How dare you?" He growled raising his hand as if to hit her, becky didn't even flinch at the action as she fixed him a daring look, he slowly recoiled pulling his arm back.

"I won't stop until I bring everything down. Until I bury every single Armstrong on the ground." He says through gritted teeth.

"Good luck with that." She spits with sarcasm.

As he walks back, she turns her attention back to Lyra who in the course of events had gotten closer to her and is now hugging her legs, "He is a bad guy." The little girl whispers, as becky lowers herself to match her level, "Don't worry love, mommy's got you." Becky says embracing her. She looks up as a hand finds her shoulder to see Freen looking down at her with concern. She simply smiles reassuringly in return.

"Can we go home?" Becky whispers as Freen nods ever so slightly and smiles back.

Throughout the car ride Freen could sense the tension radiating off of becky. She wanted to tell Becky about him going free and about how they have lost the trial only after she had settled in. She wanted to give Becky some time to take the news. She didn't want her going down the same path again. All of that went out the drain because he felt the need to gloat.

"Are you okay?" Freen asks, placing a hand on Becky's knees trying to get her attention.

"Yes."

"Talk to me." She pleads sensing the lie.

Becky sighs placing her hand over Freen's "It's nothing love. He only says what he means, he's gonna come after the business, come after me."

They both had lost a lot because of this guy. Even if he didn't outright went and killed Saint, he was still a part of the reason for Saint's death. She wanted to make him pay.

"What do you want to do?" Freen asks determined.

Becky gives her an understanding glace, "I know exactly what I have to do. I will stop him."

"I know you will." Freen smiles intertwining their hands.

"Are you sure you still want to marry me?" Becky asks chuckling as Freen looks at her in confusion.

"It's the worst time to have Armstrong as your last name." Becky adds.

Freen frowns, "With or without your last name, I'm gonna stand beside you to fight assholes like him. No matter what, I'm never letting you do this alone." She says placing a kiss on her hand.

Once they reach home and becky was out of sight, Nam, Heng and Richie approaches Freen.

"Well?" Nam asks raising a brow.

Freen frowns in confusion, "Well what?"

"Did you tell her?"

"Tell her what?"

Nam sighs, "Come on Freen, you know what."

Freen shakes her head as she walks towards the kitchen, "You all saw what happened, she is even doubting if it's the right time for us to get married. Then how the hell am I going to tell her that I'm literally carrying her child?"

"So what? You are going to hide it from her?" It was Richie who was clearly mad.

"She will find out eventually and trust me that's not gonna go well for you." Heng adds.

Freen looks back at them slowly swallowing a lump in her throat, "She just came back home, and she seems fine. Almost like her old self. I can't just drop something big like this on her and stress her out. There is enough of it as it is."

"I'm just going to wait, let her settle back in. And then I'll tell her." Freen murmurs slowly.

They all collectively sighs, "Freen just remember that there is no right time for this, there is only time and you choose it."

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