Chapter 387
Chapter 387
Beatrice continued, “And all those other Freemans… Why am I supposed to accept Nathan’s return? I stayed here all these years–threw away so much of my life–so Hendrik could inherit everything. Then, Ophelia decides Nathan should return, and suddenly, he’s here.
“And I’m supposed to go along with it? Why? My future is ruined, my past erased, and Hendrix had his share in it. You want me to remember I’m his mother, but does he even remember what he’s supposed to be to me?”
Her eyes burned red, her body shaking uncontrollably.
Noelle had always seen Beatrice as the image of refinement–graceful, composed, and distant. It was as if there was a barrier between Beatrice and the world, like a figure sealed inside a glass case–perfect in every way yet unreal.
But now, Noelle finally saw the truth–Beatrice wasn’t immune to emotion, after all.
She walked across the jagged remains of her shattered glass case, closing the distance between her and Noelle. Blood marked her steps, and her face–contorted with anger–held a kind of tragic beauty.
Noelle could only watch, words failing her.
Just then, Hendrix, having likely heard the disturbance downstairs, appeared. He faltered at the sight of Beatrice but recovered quickly and strode forward.
Without hesitation, he pulled Noelle behind him, his frown deepening as his gaze settled on Beatrice.
Beatrice had been staring at Noelle the entire time. Only now did she slowly lift her head to meet Hendrix’s gaze.
His eyes swept over the items scattered on the floor–a check and flight details. He gave a hollow smile.
“So, this is the gift you prepared for Noelle? How generous of you,” he said.
“Of course,” Beatrice said, her lips curling into a perfectly composed smile as if nothing had shaken her. “I know this is exactly what she wants.”
“Is that so?” Hendrix asked. “Then, tell me–did she take it?”
Beatrice remained silent.
Hendrix continued, “I’ve told you before. Don’t confuse Noelle with yourself. She isn’t you, and you’re not her. Seems like you’ve been too tired lately. How about I find somewhere for you to get some rest?”
With that, he turned and walked away, holding Noelle’s hand.
But before they could leave, Beatrice’s voice rang out behind them, “Hendrix, do you even remember my name?”
He froze.
She gave a quiet, bitter laugh. “See? You’ve forgotten it, too”
Hendrix said nothing more and quickly led Noelle down the stairs. She turned her head for one last look.
Béatrice remained where she was, her long white dress flowing around her. Her carefully arranged hair had loosened, stray strands falling forward as she lowered her head, hiding half her face from view:
To Noelle, Beatrice looked like a porcelain doll on the brink of shattering.
Hendrix led her back downstairs in no time.
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“What on earth just happened? Why is she acting like that? Ophelia asked, her expression dark with disapproval..
“It’s nothing,” Hendrix replied flatly. “We’ve got things to handle, so we won’t be staying for dinner. Get some rest.”
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