Chapter 6

By the time the ambulance arrived, Stanley had already fainted. A nurse glanced at Rebecca and asked, "Miss, aren't you going with him?" Rebecca shook her head and replied calmly, "That won't be necessary." She didn't go to the hospital, nor did she ask about Stanley's condition. Instead, she quietly packed her luggage. Then, she went to Mistlake Villa. Nadia opened the door to greet her. For a moment, Rebecca froze. Nadia wore a white dress, her long hair softly curled, and her eyes were gentle. She looked almost exactly like the Mia from Rebecca's memories. "Rebecca, looks like I've gotten pretty good at it," Nadia said tenderly with a smile. Rebecca nodded, a faint trace of approval in her tone. "You've done well. But there's just one thing left to work on—the way you look at people and how you speak. "Mia came from a wealthy family. Her gaze was never timid or overly cautious. You can be a bit more confident. And her soft voice… that was because she was frail and often sick..." For three days straight, Rebecca stayed at Mistlake Villa, coaching Nadia in detail. She had Nadia recite Mia's every preference over and over again. She shared every detail and nuance without holding back. "Nadia, you can ask Stanley for money or power, but don't ask for his heart. It belongs to Mia and only her. No matter how perfectly you imitate her, you're not her." Nadia nodded obediently. "I understand, Rebecca. All I want is a stable life. I'm not looking for love." Rebecca felt reassured, offering a comforting smile. "Once I'm gone, as long as you have that face, Stanley will treat you well. You'll never have to worry about being pushed around by your leech of a family again." After expressing everything she wanted to, Rebecca was about to leave. Just then, Stanley called her, which was unusual. His voice was aloof and distant. "I've bought a new villa. Move all of Mia's things there and set up the memorial altar. I want everything done by the time I'm out of the hospital." Rebecca said nothing and quietly took care of everything once again. When Stanley was discharged and saw the memorial altar neatly arranged, a rare look of satisfaction crossed his face. During dinner, he even served her the dishes, something he hadn't done in years. But just then, a wave of nausea swept over Rebecca. She stood up abruptly and rushed to the bathroom, where she vomited violently. Stanley's expression shifted slightly. He waited until she came out, then handed her a glass of milk. "You haven't been feeling well lately, have you? Drink this. Get some rest. You'll feel better after a nap." Rebecca took the glass of milk, but her gaze lingered on the faint sediment gathered at the bottom. A quiet chill crept through her, sinking deep into her bones. She suddenly recalled that whenever she had been pregnant before, he would unexpectedly bring her a glass of milk. So that was when he'd slipped her the abortion pills. And now, he was offering her another glass. He must be thinking she was pregnant again. She didn't want to drink it, but he forced it down her throat, then said coldly, "Get some rest." That night, Rebecca was in unbearable pain, drifting in and out of consciousness as waves of agony tore through her. However, Stanley stood by, watching with detached indifference, unmoved by her suffering. It wasn't until dawn broke that he finally rushed her to the hospital. After examining her, the doctor frowned and said, "It's just a stomach issue. How could you give her abortion medication for that? She's in the worst of it now after the gastric lavage. Take good care of her." Yet Stanley didn't stay to care for her. He turned and walked away without a word.