Chapter 71

The house was lovely. Rebecca loved it the moment she saw it. Debra smiled. "Becky, there's a room inside just for you. Even though you've been away all these years, we always kept one ready." Rebecca looked at her mother in surprise. Patrick gazed at his daughter, a mix of pain and relief in his eyes. He was finally back, feeling the pain of knowing his daughter had suffered, but relieved she would never have to suffer again.

As Debra spoke, her eyes grew moist. She quickly dabbed away the tears. She composed herself, her eyes glistening with joy. "You were three years old when you went missing. The whole family was frantic, searching everywhere. We looked for so long, but couldn't find you. Those who harmed you were caught and are in prison. But we didn't care about that. All we wanted was for you to come home."

"For years, whenever we missed you, we'd sit in your room and imagine what you might be doing, what you might have in your room. Every year, we changed things. Your father, your three brothers, and I added items we thought you might like. We filled the room with things a three-year-old would love, then things for a four-year-old, and so on, until now. Every year, we updated it according to your age. The latest clothes, the newest makeup, loads of books, toys, decorations—a girl's dream. There's so much in there."

Debra's eyes grew moist again, but she smiled. "Becky, for over twenty years, we imagined what you would need, and we made sure to have it ready. We thought you might never use any of it, but fate brought you back."

Patrick's eyes also grew moist. "Let Becky go in and take a look," Patrick said hoarsely.

Debra nodded, tears mixing with her smile. "Yes, Becky, let's go inside. See if you like the room your dad, brothers, and I prepared for you. It's filled with all sorts of things. Keep what you like, and we can have the rest cleared out. If you want anything else, we'll buy it and redecorate to your taste."

With that, everyone cheerfully headed towards the villa. The living room was enormous, with spiral staircases on both sides. It looked like a grand castle, fit for a princess. The exquisite chandelier gave the room an understated elegance. Fresh flowers adorned the house, making it warm and inviting.

"All the rooms are on the second floor. Let's go up and take a look," Debra said happily. Rebecca smiled and nodded, "Okay." Even the two nannies holding the baby were wide-eyed with wonder. They had expected wealth, but this villa felt surreal, like stepping into a fantasy.

Rebecca followed Debra upstairs, the nannies trailing behind—partly responsibility, partly curiosity. The second floor was as grand as the first. When Debra opened the door to Rebecca's room, Rebecca was greeted with a warm, inviting space clearly designed as a girl's sanctuary. She held her breath.

Was this the room her parents and brothers had prepared for her? Even though she had been away for more than twenty years, there had always been a room for her. Though she hadn't been here in so long, the house still bore the mark of her presence. Rebecca's eyes welled up, and she struggled to keep from crying. She had always been loved. Her parents and brothers had never stopped thinking about her, longing for her.

Seeing her daughter on the verge of tears, Debra felt a pang of bittersweet emotion. She quietly dabbed away her tears and smiled, "Becky..."

As Debra spoke, she led Rebecca into the walk-in closet, the size of a small living room. It was filled with clothes of all colors and styles, the latest designs from top brands. There were dresses, casual wear, and outfits for every occasion. The closet also held an array of bags, shoes, hats, necklaces, and earrings—endless variety.

Rebecca was stunned. Was this really just her closet? The two nannies were equally shocked. They had worked for many wealthy families, but never seen anything so vast and beautiful.

Debra laughed. "Becky, these are this year's purchases. The things from previous years are in the warehouse. If you want to see those, we can go." Even though the old items might not be useful, Debra wanted to show her daughter the warehouse, brimming with things representing the family's love. "Yes!" Rebecca nodded eagerly.

She was at a loss for words. Although she knew her parents and brothers loved her, she never imagined they had prepared so much. Debra quickly led Rebecca to the back of the closet, where she opened a hidden door revealing an elevator. Rebecca was astonished. The two nannies were dumbfounded. An elevator in a walk-in closet?

Debra smiled and explained, "Becky, over the years, we've accumulated so many things for you that we designed a special warehouse. To make moving things easier, we installed an elevator."

Rebecca was speechless. The two nannies were equally at a loss for words.