Ecstasy Of The Heart

Night was about to fall.

In spite of that, T City was still bustling with activity. Although it was already late, the flow of people outside the station was showing no signs of decreasing.

Some of them were there on business, some were going back from school and heading home. There were a number of people walking by. Some were in a hurry, while others were taking their time; some were all by themselves, while others were walking in a group.

In the corner of a flower nursery in the South Square, Becky Ye was curled up in a ball.

She had a beautiful white dress on, yet she didn't seem to care whether it got soiled with dust or not.

When she came running away from home in the afternoon, she came across a bus heading toward the station. With a plethora of emotions brewing up inside her, she ended up acting on impulse.

She had no regrets whatsoever about running away whenever she was feeling anxious.

However, when she finally calmed down, she realized that there were no familiar faces around her, so she couldn't help feeling uneasy and became panic-stricken.

Time was passing by and it was getting dark.

Of all things, she was most afraid of the darkness, not to mention she was currently on a city completely unknown to her.

Even so, she just really didn't want to see anyone at the moment.

Most importantly, she didn't want to see her.

The train heading to T City was the first one to arrive when she got to the station, so she hopped in and ended up in that place.

It was summertime. The weather was so intense that there was still a hot breeze even in the evening.

All of the street lamps were lit up along the way. Beneath the foggy white light, a few little moths were flying about, trying to seek brightness and warmth.

After pulling over by the side of the road, Darrow Ji passed through the South Square and saw the small white figure right away.

She stood out like a sore thumb.

With her arms wrapped around her knees, she buried her head into her arms. Her body trembled slightly, making it seem like she was crying.

Taking another look, he walked past her with a blank look on his face.

He wasn't the type to poke his nose into other people's business. In fact, he couldn't even be bothered to so much as take a glance at irrelevant people.

Of course, sometime in the future, everything would simply go to show that Becky Ye had never really been an irrelevant person to him.

Given that the sister and brother pair had just returned from abroad and taken over the family business, it was all just a time of great disturbance.

There were lots of people who wanted to have the company to themselves. They had no familiarity toward Carla Ji and Darrow Ji, but only had doubts in their minds about these two who had grown up out of the country.

To prove their capability and silence the opposition who wanted to take over the company, as the deputy CEO, Carla Ji decided to visit the neighboring city to discuss a big project. After making sure that it ended up being a success, she came back immediately.

Carla Ji and Darrow Ji were talking about the current work in progress as they walked. These two were typical workaholics.

At this point, Becky Ye's feet started feeling numb from all that squatting. So, she finally stood up, waved her long legs to wake them up and tried to look for a place to stay the night.

After all, staying here all night wouldn't be a good idea.

With her head kept low, she slowly took a couple of steps. But because her legs hadn't fully woken up yet, it was a bit hard to walk around and she was feeling a bit weak.

As she walked toward Darrow Ji and Carla Ji, none of them noticed what was in front of them.

In such a weak state, Becky Ye ended up crashing into Darrow Ji's arms.

This left the two of them stunned for a moment, and even Carla Ji felt so surprised.

Becky Ye unconsciously raised her head to look at what she bumped into. At that moment, Darrow Ji could clearly see the uneasiness and panic in Becky Ye's bloodshot eyes as well as the bewilderment on her face.

"I'm really sorry." When Becky met his dark eyes, she quickly took a few steps back. Feeling so embarrassed, she lowered her head and didn't dare to look at him again. She quickly explained herself and apologized, "I wasn't looking where I was going. I'm sorry I bumped into you." After crying incessantly for such a long period of time, her voice had become so hoarse at this point, making it so unpleasant to the ears.

Many years later, when someone asked if Darrow fell in love with Becky at first sight, he instantly denied it without even a bit of hesitation.

Then, someone from the media asked him if he still remembered how his first meeting with Becky went.

He only said one word: awkward.

After all, she was indeed such a mess back then.

Her hair had been disheveled because of the wind that time, and her face was filled with tears. On top of that, her eyes were bloodshot and as red as a rabbit's. It seemed as though she was caught in a daze and feeling so lost, which made it difficult to see her unparalleled beauty.

Although Becky was caught in a rather tight spot at that moment, when Darrow saw the tears in her eyes, he felt as though something had struck a chord in his cold heart.

Darrow didn't say anything, and the same went for Becky.

But unlike the two of them, Carla took a look at the poor girl who seemed so restless and said in a gentle tone, "It's all right." She couldn't help wondering what happened to the little girl that would make her cry like this.

She felt sorry for her right away. Then, she handed her a tissue and tried to comfort her in a soft voice, "Wipe your face.

Please don't cry. Crying is going to make you look so unsightly." Hearing this, Becky was taken aback, and she simply whispered under her breath the words, "Thank you". But just as she was about to take it, everything around her went black.

Before she could do anything to react, she fell unconscious and her legs gave out.

As he stood in front of her, Darrow managed to catch the girl before she fell on reflex. With the girl in his arms, he turned to look at his sister who was just as surprised and said, "She fainted." Looking at the unconscious girl in his arms, her face turned into a frown. She just couldn't remain calm because of this.

"She's such a pitiful girl. We should take her to the hospital first," she suggested.

Darrow couldn't say no.

In truth, he couldn't explain it himself, but for this helpless and unfortunate girl whom he hadn't touched-let alone seen-before, his frozen heart seemed to have been thawed and he felt sorry for her.

Perhaps it was simply because she was really in quite an awkward situation.

He just couldn't help but feel pity for her.

Becky woke up in a hospital bed.

Her surroundings were mostly white, and the smell of disinfectant filled the air in the room.

Apart from her, there was a man and a woman sitting in the ward. From the way they looked, it seemed that they were about one or two years elder than her. Although they were still quite young, people would say that they were so composed.

The girl was sitting on the chair beside the sickbed. Her dress was the latest version for the season, and she had a perfect oval face. What was more, she had outstanding facial features, and she was so soft and gentle, much like a young lady who had a good upbringing.

The boy was sitting on the other side of the room. He had on a simple white shirt paired with black pants, which gave off the vibe that he was difficult to approach. But he wasn't that hard to notice at all. Even if he wasn't doing anything there, he would still be doozy.

When Carla noticed that she had finally regained consciousness, she smiled at her and asked, "Are you awake? Do you feel any discomfort?" Hearing this, Becky simply shook her head in response. Based from the clothes they were wearing, she knew in an instant that they were the people she bumped into outside the station.

At that time, it was already dark-add to the fact that she was feeling so down in the dumps-so she wasn't paying attention to their appearance.

'I didn't notice that they were such beautiful people.'

"Did you drive me here?" she asked, feeling a bit shy. "Yes," Carla flatly answered. Then she went on and said, "The doctor said that there's nothing wrong. It's just that your mood had fluctuated too much. And it seemed that you had nothing to eat all day, so you fainted. You'll be fine after getting some rest." "Thank you," Becky said, pressing her lips afterward.

If she hadn't run into them, she would have passed out on the street. Anything could have happened to her.

"It's no big deal. Where do you live? Would you like us to drive you home?" Then Carla continued, "I was meaning to contact your family as soon as we got to the hospital, but I couldn't find your phone or their phone number for that matter after checking your bag." When she heard her question, Becky replied in a low voice, "My home is in B City. I ran away because I had an argument with my family. I don't want to go back." Hearing her response, Carla turned her head and glanced at Darrow.

'I see.'

No wonder she fainted after tearing up and not having anything to eat all day.

As she thought of the things Becky had gone through, Carla could somewhat relate deep inside.

When she and Darrow were six-year-old, they were sent abroad by their parents. Her father had no love for their mother, and they cried most of the time.

But as time went by, they just got used to it. With no one else to rely on, they had stood by each other's side. And little by little, they stopped wanting to get their parents' meaningless love.

"Why don't you just move in with me?" Carla suggested after giving it much thought.

As he sat quietly on the sofa, Darrow raised his head and glanced at her and then at the poor girl lying on the bed. He pondered about it for a while but still didn't say anything and just continued to look at the screen of the laptop on his lap.

"Won't it be too much of a bother to you?" Becky asked, feeling a bit hesitant.

She wasn't worried at all that Carla could actually be a bad person, or that she might have any weird intentions on her.

On one hand, Becky had been so used to having a rather simple living environment ever since she was a child. It would almost be impossible for her to think ill of others.

Besides, if they were bad people, they wouldn't have bothered to bring her, who had fainted, to the hospital, and stayed by her side until she woke up.

And not only that, she actually felt secure when she listened to Carla's voice.

It was a bit odd. After all, Carla was a perfect stranger for her, but for some reason, Carla could make her feel so at ease.

But they just ran into each other today.

She fainted on the side of the road. They brought her to the hospital and stayed by her side until she regained consciousness. Even just that was already a big act of kindness.

How could she continue to impose on Carla?

"It's no big deal. Trust me. And I live alone anyway. You can keep me company so that I won't be alone," Carla insisted.

If she were completely being honest, she, as well as Darrow, had never been fond of meddling in other people's affairs.

But it was strange that when she saw this pitiful girl, she couldn't help herself from getting compassionate toward her.

She could have simply sent her to the hospital to have her checked, but instead of doing that, she decided to wait until she woke up.

When she found out that she had nowhere else to go, she asked Becky to just live with her.

Strangely enough, Darrow didn't say a word about it whatsoever.

Later on, Carla would attribute all such strange events to fate.

It was fate that brought this beautiful girl named Becky Ye into the cold lives of the twins and gave them so much warmth and loving.

But that was a story for another day.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself." After a long time, they had finally reached this stage. "My name is Carla Ji. And the man right there is my twin brother, Darrow Ji," she said as she pointed at Darrow who sitting on the sofa.

Darrow looked up and glanced at her, nodding his head slightly.

Of course, Becky had heard these big names before.

They were Darrow Ji and Carla Ji, the siblings who had taken over l Z International Corporation.

A few days ago, she read the news about them with her grandfather. There, it was said that the two of them had just returned from abroad at that time. They attended their father and elder brother's funeral and took over the family business, the I Z International Corporation.

She only found out about it recently, but it actually happened over two months ago.

Never would she have imagined that she would be able to meet them and that they would be so gentle and caring.

"Thank you. My 18th birthday was actually just a few days ago," Becky politely replied.

Carla's smile felt so soothing. In the warm sunshine, Becky seemed to feel a little less sad.

"Well then, I'm two years older than you. You can just call me Carla," Carla said as she held Becky's hand and pulled her up, "All right, we should go back home first." With that, she turned around and called Darrow, who had still yet to say anything.

He only nodded, putting away the laptop as he stood up.

Becky proceeded to get out of bed as well.

She was still feeling so lightheaded, and her legs were as weak as cotton which had been stepped on.

Carla leaned in a little closer and helped her stand up. Then, Darrow walked out of the ward, with the two girls following closely behind.

Carla ended up taking Becky home with her.

They headed back to the Begonia Garden, which was known as the area in T City where the rich and famous lived. When they arrived, they were welcomed by an exquisite European style villa that had its own courtyard, along with a number of servants and a butler.

As it turned out, Darrow and Carla had different homes.

It was already getting late. So, as soon as he had brought the two girls home, he immediately drove away.

Out of curiosity, Becky asked Carla as she followed her into the room, "Carla, isn't your brother living here with you?" "Yes. He's living somewhere else. It has been that way since we came back," Carla replied.

Since they weren't in good terms with their mother, they decided to buy houses of their own before they came back from abroad. Neither of them wanted to go back to the old house at all.

Becky actually had a rather happy childhood with her family. For that reason, she had a bit of trouble understanding why Carla and her brother weren't living together. That being said, she decided not to pry too much into it and simply followed Carla into the room.

"Wow, you have such a beautiful home." Becky praised Carla with all sincerity.

As she was taking a look around the villa, the butler walked over and greeted Carla, "Miss Carla, welcome home." Then, he shifted his gaze toward the girl who was right behind Carla and asked, "Who might this lady be?" Becky's eyes were still bloodshot after all that crying, but in spite of that, she still looked so beautiful.

"Thank you for looking after the villa." With a faint smile on her face, Carla introduced Becky to the butler, "This is Miss Ye. She'll be staying at our house for a while. Please ask someone to show her to the guest room so she can get some rest." "As you wish, my lady," the butler politely replied. Then, he turned his head to greet a maid who had just passed them by.

At that moment, Becky couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed. "I'm sorry for troubling you, Carla." "It's all right. Don't worry about it. Feel free stay here for now. Why don't you have a bath and get some rest? I'll get you a change of clothes later. Try not to think too much of it," said Carla. "Okay," Becky replied, feeling so grateful toward her.

"This is my butler. You can just call him Paul.

I'll be in the company during the day. If there's anything that you might need, you can tell him or any of the other servants. Make yourself at home, okay?" Carla said, trying to make Becky feel at ease.

As they spent more time talking with each other, Carla grew even fonder of this pure girl.

"Oh, I see.

Thank you so much!" Becky expressed her gratitude toward Carla, feeling so warm and moved deep inside her heart.

She was nothing but a stranger to Carla, and they met each other completely by chance.

Be that as it may, Carla was very kind to her, making it seem as though they had known each other for a long time.

"Don't mention it. You should go ahead." As she rubbed Becky's hair, she glanced at the maid who was waiting for them and said, "Sue, take Miss Ye to her room so she can have a rest." "Yes, Miss Carla.

Miss Ye, this way please," the maid named Sue answered, and then she gestured for Becky to follow her.

"Thank you!" Becky thanked her politely and said good night to Carla. Then, she waved at the butler and headed upstairs with Sue.

Without a doubt, Becky was a very polite and well-educated girl. No matter who she was talking to, she would always treat them with great courtesy, even if they were of different standings.

A smile crept onto Carla's face as Becky left.

It was already the wee hours of the morning when Darrow got done with business and went out of the study. The house was so quiet since all of the servants had already gone to bed.

As he walked along the corridor leading to the bedroom, he passed by the kitchen and poured himself a glass of warm water. From out of the blue, the girl he met last night cropped up in his mind and he remembered her red eyes.

She was so flustered and ended up being such a mess that no one could recognize her features.

As he looked back on what happened, he began to wonder how such a delicate girl would have so many tears to cry.

Was she feeling so miserable? Even when he was a child, he had always been indifferent to other people. The word "family" only meant one thing to him, Carla. Because of that, he didn't understand sentiment.

For the first time in his life, he was curious about a peculiar girl. And a wisp of unnoticeable and somewhat weird emotions was brewing inside of him.

After he was done drinking the warm water, he put the glass on the bedside table and finally went to bed.

In contrast to the silent night in T City, the Ye family back in B City was still very much awake even at this hour.

The usually spacious living room was now crowded with so many people.

After Becky came running out of the restaurant in the afternoon, everyone assumed that she simply went home or went to a friend's house.

As a matter of fact, it wasn't until Peter Ye and his wife returned in the evening that they found out that she was missing.

They looked everywhere for her, but they couldn't find her.

They tried all possible means to search for her, including asking her friends and checking all the places she frequented, but all of them said that they hadn't even seen her that day.

After the clock struck twelve, Becky's grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins, and even Nicole Lu and Elsa Mu gathered in the living room, all wearing worried looks on their faces.

With her eyes bloodshot and her face filled with remorse, Helen Chen asked, "Where could Becky possibly be? We've already searched all of the places we expected to find her. Where else can she go?" Seeing Peter Ye smoking was something unusual. He smoked in silence and blew out smoke rings one after another without saying a word the entire night.

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Becky's uncle, Bob Chen, was so worked up as well. With his eyebrows deeply knit, he picked up the phone as soon as it rang.

In such a heavy air, which was also filled with smoke, Nicole Lu and Elsa Mu looked like they were sitting on pins and needles.

If Becky had really gone missing, then there was no way they could get away with it.

After all, they had given her quite a heavy blow that day.

She had left the two of them in tears.

Whichever way you slice it, if it hadn't been for them, Becky wouldn't have become so emotional.

But it was already too late.

Becky had already gone missing.

Nicole Lu and Elsa Mu were completely guilt-ridden, worried, and feeling remorseful for the elders of the Ye family, but there was nothing they could do about it.

It hadn't been twenty-four hours since Becky went missing, so no one could report it to the police.

All they could do was hope that Becky was just hiding somewhere they had no knowledge about, or possibly, the house of a friend they didn't know.

Perhaps the next moment she would walk through that door and come home like she always did.

However, the clock kept ticking and the night was just growing darker and darker. The door never moved at all, and they didn't receive any updates about Becky from the outside.

As time slowly went by, Maria Tang and Bob Chen's conversation over the phone had come to an end. Now, there was only Helen Chen who was sobbing quietly back at home.

"I shouldn't have stopped Maria when she was about to run after Becky," Helen Chen then whispered under her breath. "Where else could she have gone to? Would she run into some bad guys?" "Helen, please try to calm yourself down.

For all we know, maybe Becky is just staying over at her friend's house. She'll be home by tomorrow. Let's be patient and just wait for her to come back," Yolanda Yu said as she tried to comfort her.

"She's right. Let's just wait a little longer," Lucy Chen said. Then, she went on and added, "I think Becky just got angry and emotional today. She would definitely come back when she finally calms down." Everyone was left with no other choice but to wait.

However, none of them could've expected that they would still be waiting for Becky even after four long years.

That being said, they still had her contact information.

Becky was rather popular and was always chased around by thousands of people, so they all got information about her from the media.

But that was it and nothing else.

Just like her ordinary fans, they could only hear about her whereabouts from others.

Becky barely got an ounce of sleep that night.

She had been so emotional during the day, and nightmares kept her up all night.

In her dream, she saw Nicole Lu coming at her holding a bloody knife.

And Elsa Mu was so violent and wouldn't stop running her mouth.

After that were Grace Hu and Teresa Chen, who were closing in on her and driving her step by step toward the edge of the cliff.

But in the end, it was her father, who had always pampered her, who actually pushed her.

The slap she received from her father didn't really hurt that much.

But it ended up being the last straw that triggered her emotional breakdown.

A sudden feeling of weightlessness waked Becky up from her restless sleep.

Lying on the bed, she was caught in a daze in an unfamiliar environment.

She had been overcome by uneasiness and helplessness. It felt as if her heart had been filled with a black hole, boundless and devoid of a destination.

On the following day,

Becky had unexpectedly fallen ill.

She had such a high fever and everything felt like a blur. What's more, she even fell unconscious.

It was Sue who came over to wake her up in time for breakfast. She found Becky lying in bed, fully drenched in sweat and curled up in a ball under the quilt while shivering. From the looks of it, she was having chills.

After seeing her in such a state, Sue didn't dare to waste any time and hurriedly informed Carla.

Carla opted not to go to work. At that time, she was wearing a cotton dress, which looked soft and warm, making her look approachable.

When she found out, her face quickly turned into a frown, as if it was her own sister she was worried about.

The doctor was on his way to the villa. After checking the time, Carla sat down right next to Becky's bed and grabbed a wet towel to help Becky wipe the sweat on her forehead little by little.

"Turn up the temperature of the air conditioner," Carla leaned in a bit closer and whispered to Sue who was standing behind her. Then, she continued, "Take a clean pair of Pajamas and help Becky get changed." "Yes, my lady," Sue immediately replied.

"Please don't... don't hit me..." Becky was getting delirious. "Don't hit me, Dad... Don't hit me. I didn't. What she said isn't true. It's not... It's not like that at all. Don't hit me please." She kept on repeating those words. However, the expression she had on her face was not that of fear, but sadness.

Feeling sorry for this poor girl, Carla grabbed her hand and gently tried to comfort her, "Don't worry. No one's going to hit you. Becky, you don't have to be afraid. No one will hit you." Although she had no idea as to what exactly happened to Becky, she was able to realize something from those few words. She guessed that Becky's father had hit her, and that was the reason why she ran away from home to escape.

Watching Becky as she trembled in her sleep, Carla felt a little sorry for her.

Right then, Carla began to wonder how she could be so patient with a girl she hadn't even met before.

From yesterday when she sent Becky to the hospital and until she took her home. Until now, everything Carla had been doing wasn't like her at all. But she still did it, and not once did she ever think that there was anything wrong with it.

With her efforts to comfort Becky, Becky gradually calmed down, but she still held onto Carla's hand tightly.

There was an important meeting Carla had to attend in the morning.

As she looked at her watch, she put Becky's hand back under the quilt. She stood up and said to Sue, "Sue, I need to go to work now. Take good care of her, okay?

Dr. Chen should be here any minute now. Give me a call if you need anything." "Yes, my lady," Sue obediently answered, carrying the clothes she just took to help Becky get changed. After walking Carla out of the guest room, she returned to the room and carefully helped Becky wipe her body drenched in sweat before changing into clean clothes. After she was done, she sat beside her and waited for the doctor to come.

Noon.

As soon as she returned to her office and sat down, Carla received a call from the butler.

Becky's fever was gone. She had been put on a drip the whole morning, and now she was awake.

Darrow opened the door and came in. Carla looked up and said a few words to the butler before hanging up the phone.

"Who has a fever?" Darrow asked casually, walking to the opposite of Carla and sitting down.

He had just heard something like "fever is gone" on her phone.

"Becky Ye." Carla answered. She was afraid that Darrow didn't remember anything, so she also explained, "Becky is the girl we picked up at the bus station yesterday." Darrow raised his eyebrows imperceptibly.

In fact, Carla's explanation was completely unnecessary.

Because it was unexpected that even though Mr. Darrow didn't care much about these girls, the poor girl who was picked up by his sister yesterday had left a deep impression on him.

He always thought of her red eyes, her confusion and unease.

Becky was like a lost lamb.

"What a heartbreaking little girl! She was mumbling 'don't hit me' while she was unconscious because of the fever. It seemed that she ran out because she was hit by her father." Then Carla put down her phone and said, "I wonder what kind of father would do that to such a lovely girl." Carla had lived a life where her parents didn't love her, but her father never hurt her.

Although Carla hadn't seen her father since she was six years old.

"Why is it so strange?" Darrow sniffed.

Not every parents take their children as the apple of their eye. Aren't they the best example? Carla shrugged her shoulders and did not refute him.

"Well, forget it. It's only one month away from the first press conference of 'Echoes'. All the designers have come in with the first round of work. The list of models has been prepared. However, as for the opening work, I have thought it over and still haven't found the right person." Then Carla turned to her work.

"Echoes" was the newly established subsidiary company of l Z International Corporation. It was also their first step to enter the clothing industry, so they attached great importance to this project.

Both Darrow and Carla knew that if they wanted to make a brand famous in a short time, they must make it perfect at the first battle without any flaws and mistakes.

Especially they both demanded perfection in everything.

Taking the design file handed over by Carla, Darrow looked through a few pages and said, "First of all, check the list of the models. Then start to try on makeup.

The first models can continue to look for the girls, and choose two girls to be used as backup. If we can't find the suitable models, I have no choice but to compromise. " Carla paused on the screen.

It was a very gorgeous dress with milky white satin face, gold thread embroidery and eye-catching hemline.

It was a good one, but if the model couldn't control it well, she would definitely look mediocre or even vulgar.

That was why Carla couldn't find anyone.

She had called countless famous models, but she couldn't find the feeling she wanted.

"I'm wondering if I can go to the models schools of all the art colleges and start auditions, there might be some surprises." Carla said thoughtfully.

There must be more sparks with those new faces! New models were different from those successful supermodels who only had a consistent style. It would bring more freshness and enjoyment to the audience who had already been uninterested in new designs? Darrow nodded approvingly and closed the file in his hands, "That's a good idea, but our time is too short to make a large selection." "Let several designers go to a university. They designed the designs. No one knows the essence and soul of the designs better than them.

It's better and persuasive to let designers select their models by themselves. " "Okay. I'll ask my men to do it." Said Carla.

It was already dark when Carla came home from work.

Becky was still dizzy.

She had been lying on the bed for the whole day. Her body was sore and soft all over. She just got up and sat on the bed when Carla came to see her.

"I'm sorry to have gotten you in so much trouble." Becky apologized to Carla.

Becky had been put on a drip for a whole day and had just been pulled out the needle.

A cotton bud was attached to her white hand back to stop the bleeding. Her face was sallow and looked sickly.

"Don't worry. Take care of yourself." Carla sat down beside Becky and put her hand on Becky's forehead, "Do you feel better?" "Well, not that bad." Becky said.

Carla nodded, thought for a while and asked, "Becky, can I ask you something?" "Sure." Becky nodded.

"This morning when you had a fever, you kept shouting that you shouldn't be beaten.

Is that why you ran away from home? " Carla asked hesitantly.

After all, it was Becky's privacy. They just knew each other.

Although she took Becky in, she didn't have the right to pry into Becky's privacy.

She was worried that Becky really suffered from maltreatment, so she couldn't help but want to care about her.

"I don't mean to pry into your privacy. I just want to know your plan in the future." Carla explained.

Becky bit her lips and nodded silently when she thought of the slap her father gave her.

"I don't know.

But I don't want to go back. " Becky said.

She still didn't want to go home because she was still angry and aggrieved.

But she had nowhere else to go.

Carla saw her nodding and misunderstood that she was really afraid of going back because she was often beaten.

She stroked Becky's hair and comforted her in a soft voice, "It doesn't matter. You can stay here. You can stay as long as you like." She really felt sorry for Becky.

"How can that be? I have caused you so much trouble." Becky refused with embarrassment, "we are neither relatives nor friends. I really appreciate what you have done for me." Carla was just a stranger. She was grateful for what Carla had done for her. How could she have the nerve to be with Carla all the time?

"It's okay. I live alone anyway.

Besides, I don't have many friends here. You can stay here to have a chat with me." Then Carla added, "I haven't had many good friends since I was born." Hearing this, Becky thought it was hypocritical to refuse Carla again.

Besides, she really had no place to go.

"Thank you, Carla." She didn't know what else she could say to express her gratitude to Carla.

Carla smiled and shook her head.

"In the past, I didn't believe in fate, but now I do believe it." Carla said, "I've never made any real friends before, so I don't think it's necessary.

Generally speaking, they were just business partners and casual acquaintances.

But since I met you, I think it's not bad to have a friend who can talk, eat and go shopping together." Although she just spent a few hours with Becky, she believed in her own judgment.

The girl's eyes were clear, pure and honest.

Although Becky looked terrible at the first sight, her temperament was still noticeable.

Becky was so kind and pure.

She couldn't disguise such a look and temperament.

"I believe you, too." Becky also smiled slightly.

Although Becky's face was still sallow and weak, her mental state was obviously better.

She was also willing to believe that a fate was not about love, but friendship.

After leaving Becky's room, Carla plunged into the study to work. She thought for a while and called Darrow, telling him that she had decided to let Becky stay.

Darrow was her own brother and her only family in real sense, so it was necessary for her to tell him her decision as soon as possible.

Besides, she has no one else to call except Darrow.

"I like her, and she has nowhere else to go," Carla said, "I met her on the way and took her home. Maybe it's fate. Although I have just spent a few hours with her, I believe in my own judgment.

She is a very pure girl. She will make people feel very warm, different from the people around us." "Well, it's up to you. I'm fine with it." Darrow had no objection.

Anyway, Carla always had her own opinions when it came to doing things. He never needed to worry about it.

Besides, that girl was supposed to be a good girl since Carla was talking so highly of her.

But Darrow still called someone else.

"Miss Shu, go and check a girl named Becky Ye. She is from B City. She is eighteen years old.

Give me your reply as soon as possible." He gave the order calmly.

Although Carla had decided to stay with that girl who didn't seem to have ulterior motives, Darrow still wanted to make sure the girl wouldn't make any trouble.

The girl was a stranger to them and they were in a critical moment.

He couldn't be too careful.

He had always been cautious.

Becky was easy to investigate.

She was the daughter of an ordinary family in a small city with a simple background. It only took secretary half an hour to send the complete information to Darrow's computer.

Darrow looked at the beautiful face of the girl on the photo with a circle of blue background on the document. She arched her eyebrows lightly and didn't look like the girl who cried messy yesterday.

It turned out that underneath that pair of red and swollen eyes were such clear and bright eyes.

The lost lamb looked elated like this.

Her background and growing experience were exactly the same as expected.

Every stroke and every period was recorded clearly.

The only thing that surprised Darrow was her parents' love for her and her harmony friendships.

It was a little bit different from the saying that she left because she had been mistreated.

But it was a fact that she left.

"She was reported to be missing and was under investigation." The secretary Rita Shu replied.

Becky had been missing for more than twenty-four hours. Her family had already called the police.

"Block the news and inform the police," Darrow commanded.

Without asking why, Rita Shu just nodded and hung up.

Rita Shu was a very professional secretary. She didn't need to know the reason for what her boss told her. She just needed to execute what his boss ordered.

Darrow actually didn't think too much when he gave this order.

He just thought that it was not easy for Carla to make a friend, so he agreed to let the girl stay. In this way, Carla could have someone to talk with her and she wouldn't be so lonely.

Carla was too lonely over the past 20 years.

Besides, according to Carla's words, Becky didn't want to be found or go back.

What he had done just now was exactly good for Carla and Becky.