Rebirth Reclaiming Her Self

Chapter 492 He Could Not Afford to Lose His Dignity
Sitting in the vehicle, Christopher took another look at his phone. Neither missed calls nor texts were present. It was the third day
of the deadline he had set for Fanny, and she had still not made an effort to get in touch with him.
Christopher’s knuckles became white as he clenched his mobile phone in a restless grasp. The sky was still dark and had poor
vision when the automobile entered the villa neighborhood and came to a stop outside of Christopher’s house.
“We have arrived,” the driver informed Christopher, who had not yet got out of the vehicle.
It was at that moment that Christopher snapped out of his reverie, unlocked the car, quickly got out.
“Hey, you haven’t paid!” The taxi driver gave a frantie call.
Christopher stepped back, frowning, and looked in his pockets, but they were empty. He felt**** in his jeans pocket, but there
was nothing there. He carried nothing but his clothing and his cell phone. Christopher remembered he still needed to bring
money, recalling that the night before he had hurriedly picked up a jacket and headed out. He had not driven his car back after
drinking, so it was still parked close to the pub.
The driver chose to park the car and approach Christopher after observing him looking about in vain and being worried that he
could drive off without paying.
Trying to keep his cool in the face of his situation, Christopher assured the driver, “I will go inside to get the money.”
The driver kept glancing at him, as though attempting to cast doubt on his sincerity.
“You have no money on you?” the driver questioned sceptically as Christopher put up the awkward interrogation.
Christopher acknowledged his error and nodded softly, not enjoying the driver’s accusing glance.
He nodded and said again, “Wait for me. I’ll go get the cash for you.
“Not at all. Consider utilizing your mobile phone as security. The driver made a suggestion, hesitant to allow Christopher into the
home out of concern that he may not come back.
Christopher complained, frówning deeply, “My cell phone is valuable-.”

Someone yelled his name before he could complete his statement.
“Christopher?”
Christopher turned to see a woman i Christopher turned to see a woman in her middle years coming out of the villa.
When she finally saw him, she looked happy and loving. “Christopher! You are the one! Have you returned to Riverdon? How’s it
been recently, you and Fanny? Has my Fanny not been in your way, has she?
“Who are you?” Disappointed that the woman was approaching him and bringing up Fanny, Christopher inquired, his uncertainty
and irritation growing.
Fanny was supposed to get back to Riverdon in three days, but she hadn’t gotten in touch with him. His annoyance was only
increased by the reference to Fanny. In addition, the woman in front of him smelled bad and was untidy.
The driver took a few steps backward and covered his nose in disgust as a lady who looked like a beggar came too close to
Christopher. He could ot help but wonder whether the woman’s seeming poverty had anything to do with Christopher. But the
driver was confused notion. by Christopher’s immaculate appearance, which defied any such
Christopher was furious with the driver’s decision–making, but he controlled his rage and gave the woman a menacing scowl.
Give me some space!”
“I am the mother of Fanny! “My name is Ms. Kourt,” the woman said.
When Britney learned that Christopher had instructed her to leave after failing to identify her, she flinched and stretched out to
shake his hand in the hopes that he would take a closer look.
“Stay away from me!”
Christopher steered clear of Britney’s touch, disgusted. His face became more icy as he realized who she was and how she led
now.
“Mr. Christopher?” Whispering, Britney hesitantly stepped forward.
The driver watched the scenario and eventually had a chance to say anything before Christopher could reply, “What are you two
doing here! Pay me now, please. for you.” Christopher turned to go inside, not wanting to
“I’ll go inside to get the money for you.”

He was swiftly followed by the driver, who said, “I’ll come in with you to get it.”
“Wait here!” said Christopher, pausing.
He did not want the driver to enter the building after him. If the maid discovered he could not afford the fare, it would be
awkward.
I have to keep them in the dark. I have to keep my dignity among the family.
Before the driver could finish his sentence, Britney exclaimed, “What’s the price? I’ll cover Mr. Christopher’s travel expenses.”
After giving Britney a dubious look, the driver looked at the meter to find out the fare. It was only a few bucks, but he didn’t think
the unkempt woman could afford it. Christopher was about to say no, so he was surprised when Britney offered to pay. But
before he could say anything, Britney had already taken the money. Christopher was hesitant to touch her apparently dirty hand
even though he wanted to stop her. In the end, he decided to let it go.
Britney gave the driver a fifty–dollar bill, and he gave her the change after taking it. After settling the fare, the driver sped off.
Though he was still trying to figure out why Britney had paid for his journey, Christopher did not recognize her. He moved to the
gate of the mansion, unlocked it, and went inside without turning around. Without being asked, Britney followed.
Britney halted and stopped Christopher as he was getting about to head upstairs in the foyer to change his shoes.
At the bottom of the steps, Christopher stopped, looked up at her, and said, “Just wait at the door.” You can depart when I pay
the ticket.”
Britney stayed still, but she refused to accept the fee as payment.
“Christopher, you don’t need to pay for the ride,” she said with a sweep of her hands.
Christopher rushed in, “I don’t have to pay for the ride? You can now depart, then.
The very concept of Fanny annoyed him and he was even less inclined to deal with Britney Kourt, Fanny’s biological mother.
Huld be reminded of the annoying Fanny if Britney lingered.
“What?” Christopher ordered Britney to go, a request that seemed to surprise her. Her hands were stuck in midair as she stood
there in a stupor.

The air was stifling, and the moód seemed unpleasant. Luckily, Britney regained her composure immediately by remembering
why she was with the Sanders Family. She gave Christopher a shaky grin and said, “I didn’t mean it that way