He Didn’t Kidnap Me. Not Exactly novel Chapter 278

Chapter 278

Catherine continued, “You’ve already given more than enough. You’ve paid it all off. Go check if you don’t believe me. Even if you were that driver, the price you paid would’ve settled it ages ago. No one else would compensate for this much.”

“Have I?” Vance murmured in a daze.

“Yes, you’ve cleared the debt.” Catherine grabbed his clothes and shook him. “Just stop this. She indeed saved your life, but nobody should devote their entire life to repaying a debt. Wake up! You’re exceptional. If Rebecca hadn’t saved you back then, she wouldn’t even have been worthy of you. You’ve done more than enough. You can’t spend your whole life trapped in guilt. You have to live for yourself.”

“Live for myself?” he echoed, his eyes growing glazed with each word.

“Exactly. Break free from the chains of debt and guilt,” she encouraged. “Live the rest of your life for yourself. Stop torturing yourself. You don’t love her, yet you force yourself to live with her. Haven’t you suffered enough?”

He remained silent, staring in the direction Rebecca had left. By then, she had gone out of sight.

Rebecca was swamped, having no time to think about Vance or Catherine.

After washing up at the hotel and grabbing breakfast, she headed to the theater to help the crew set up props. She stayed busy until the afternoon, preparing costumes and makeup as the performers began to

arrive.

Their performance in Venice was only a single–day event. Tonight wasn’t a full ballet but a medley, each group performing a scene. With so many performers, the sets and props were complex, and makeup even more demanding.

Rebecca and the entire backstage team barely had time to eat. In the afternoon, Lauren insisted everyone grab a bite.

Rebecca finally planned to sneak away to the restroom. She had been holding it in for a while, but Catherine showed up on her way out.

The woman had been deliberately waiting for her, and Vance wasn’t there. She tried to ignore Catherine, heading straight for the backstage area, but the latter blocked her path.

“What do you want?” Rebecca clenched her fists, holding back the impulse to slap her.

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