Rebecca Quentin's eyes, devoid of light, gazed into the distance, not hearing what Christine Quinn was saying.
Christine Quinn noticed Rebecca Quentin's distraction, suddenly stopped the wheelchair, squatted in front of her, and asked, "Becca, did you hear me just now?"
"Oh?" Rebecca Quentin looked dazed, apologetically said, "I'm sorry, sis... What did you say just now?"
Christine Quinn sighed, "What I said isn't important; what's important is that this is the third time today you've been absent-minded."
"I'm sorry..."
Christine Quinn gently held Rebecca Quentin's thin shoulders, speaking earnestly, "Becca, whether it's intuition or the atmosphere between you and Howard Geoffrey, I feel that something is wrong between you... You wanted me to come to New York to accompany you, you must have something to tell me, and I have a premonition this isn't a good thing."
Rebecca Quentin suddenly reached out and hugged Christine Quinn.
