Lady Octavia furrowed her eyebrows and looked at her for a while, then sighed softly.
She reached out and touched her head, "How could Lady Octavia not like you? You're just too concerned about Ashton. Lady Octavia understands this too."
Rebecca's eyes filled with tears, and with a "plop," they fell.
"Really?" She sobbed, and threw herself into Lady Octavia's arms, "Lady Octavia, I'm so worried that you won't like me anymore. Do you think I've become bad, a bad girl?"
Seeing her crying like a little child, Lady Octavia held her tightly, patting her back and comforting her gently, "You haven't turned bad, you just care too much about Ashton. It's his good fortune to have someone like you who truly likes him wholeheartedly."
"I just wish that Ashton can really divorce her. If they divorce because of those things, Lady Octavia will have to thank you greatly."
Rebecca, tears streaming down her face, lifted her head from Lady Octavia's embrace, "Lady Octavia..."