Chapter 72

Everyone entered the elevator. It descended quickly to the basement—or perhaps it should be called the villa's underground chamber?

Rebecca was surprised. She hadn't expected a basement beneath this beautiful villa.

The storage room was enormous, filled with a wide array of items: children's clothes, shoes, hats, and stuffed animals; fairy tale books; teenage outfits; cosmetics; cushions; and even flowers. Or were they preserved flowers?

"These are all preserved flowers," Debra remarked, noticing the blooms. She explained, "Since you weren't here, it was hard for everyone to buy fresh flowers—they don't last long. But preserved flowers do. Every year on your birthday, everyone would get you a cake, some small gifts, and a bouquet of preserved flowers. We thought that since most girls like flowers, you would too."

"Yes, I really like them. Thank you, Mom," Rebecca nodded quickly, almost moved to tears. "And thank you, Dad and my brothers. Thank you all for loving me so much," she said, turning to her father, trying to hold back the lump and wave of happiness in her throat. Before she could finish, her voice choked with emotion.

After examining her belongings, Rebecca was speechless, filled with a deep sense of happiness and joy.

"Alright, let's not cry anymore. How about we all go check out Lily and Kev's room?" Patrick suggested with a smile.

Knowing Rebecca had given birth, they had contacted people back home and instructed the housekeeper to prepare rooms for the two children.

They took the elevator back to the second floor and went to see the babies' room. Since Lily and Kev were still very young, they hadn't prepared two separate rooms. Instead, they placed the two little ones in a single room so they could keep each other company.

The room was filled with baby items: formula, diapers, plenty of baby clothes, little bibs, tiny shoes, and a plethora of adorable toys. Everything a baby might need seemed to be there, a veritable treasure trove. Rebecca began to doubt whether packing so many things back home in Maeloria had been necessary. With all these items here, they wouldn't lack anything even if they hadn't brought their own.

The nursery even had two temporary single beds for the nannies.

Chapter 72

After they finished looking around, it was getting late. The butler smiled and invited everyone downstairs for dinner.

The housekeeper had prepared dinner for the whole family in the first-floor living room. They all sat around a table, enjoying a delightful meal together.

Feeling full and satisfied, Rebecca finally had some time. She returned to the second floor to start feeding the babies.

Debra went to her own room to tidy up and then came over after Rebecca had finished feeding the babies.

The nannies took the babies to rest. Debra sat in the room, looking at her daughter. She wanted to say something, but it seemed like nothing was left to talk about. Yet, she didn't want to leave. This room had waited over twenty years for its rightful owner. Now, their beloved daughter was finally back.

"Becky, are you tired? If you are, just go to bed. We can pick out the emeralds tomorrow," Debra finally said, gently adjusting her emotions after a long pause.

"A little bit," Rebecca admitted.

After a whole day of flying in a helicopter, it wasn't for nothing.

Debra smiled and nodded. "Alright, just go to sleep then. Your dad and I are in the master bedroom. If you need anything, just knock on our door or look for the butler or the housekeeper downstairs. The butler here is Cooper Hill—you can call him Cooper. The housekeeper in charge of the kitchen is Grace," Debra introduced.

"Okay," Rebecca smiled and nodded.

Debra smiled back, stood up, and turned to leave.

But Rebecca stood up too, reaching out to hold her mother.

Debra turned back, puzzled.

Rebecca hesitated momentarily and then said, "Mom, can you stay with me tonight?"

Debra looked at her daughter in surprise, but soon, she was overwhelmed with excitement and joy.

She sat back down beside Rebecca and happily asked, "Becky, do you really want me to stay?" Blushing slightly, Rebecca nodded. "Yes."

She could see her mother's reluctance to leave and couldn't bear to watch her walk away with such a heavy heart. At the same time, she also wanted the comfort of sleeping beside her mother. Growing up, she had fantasized countless times about what her mother looked like and imagined many scenarios of spending time together. But nothing compared to the happiness of having her mother right by her side now.

Debra quickly gathered herself, nodding excitedly. "Yes, I'll stay in your room tonight, and we can sleep side by side. Let me take a quick shower and change my clothes. I'll be right back," Debra said hurriedly. Rebecca nodded with a smile. "Alright."

Filled with excitement, Debra rushed out. When she saw her husband, she couldn't help but run over to him, exclaiming, "Patrick, I'm staying with Becky tonight. You'll have to manage on your own. Becky wants to sleep beside me. She likes me and wants to sleep beside her mom!"

By the end of her words, Debra was utterly lost in her own world, talking to herself, her smile uncontainable and radiating pure joy. Patrick was left bewildered.

Debra quickly dashed off, hurrying back to the master bedroom to shower and change into her pajamas before heading back to Becky's room.

It took Patrick a moment to process what had just happened. He was anxious. His wife ran away. Who would he sleep with at night? But then, thinking of Becky, all his complaints melted away. After all, it was their daughter. Their beloved Becky.

Meanwhile, Debra returned to Rebecca's room. When Rebecca finished her shower, she emerged wearing pajamas her mother had bought her. Instead of her own, she had chosen pajamas from the wardrobe, guessing her mother must have selected them. Growing up, she had never worn pajamas bought by her mother. Now, she wanted to experience that feeling of happiness.

Debra quickly noticed the pajamas Becky was wearing. She remembered buying them and couldn't help but feel even happier. "Let's go to bed," Debra said happily.

"Yeah," Rebecca nodded.

So the mother and daughter climbed onto the bed together and then happily lay under the same quilt.

After lying down, Debra's excited mood calmed down a lot. She turned her head and couldn't help but look at her daughter, reluctant to avert her gaze. Rebecca also looked at her mother, reluctant to look away. This was the mother she had dreamed of as a child, her biological mother.