Chapter 192 A Stain on Our Family
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When Beatrice regained consciousness, she had already been helped by Monica and the nurse to change into clean clothes.
Even the blood on the head was washed clean.
Half-dried strands of hair hung on the cheeks, exuding a fragmented beauty, with only a pair of lifeless eyes.
Just like a puppet on strings.
Brend was bowing her head, carefully trimming the curled dead skin. When she saw her fingers move, she immediately comforted her, saying, "It will be fine soon, just hold on." Beatrice nodded numbly and asked, "How is Madelynn?"
"Miscarriage, heavy bleeding, but now everything is fine," Brend hesitated to speak.
Upon hearing this, Beatrice clenched her teeth tightly and gripped the edge of the bed, nodding slightly at first and then shaking her head.
"I did not push her."
Brend looked up in surprise, gazing into the grayish-white depths of her eyes, feeling a twinge of sympathy.
"Actually..."
His words were not finished yet when the door of the ward was pushed open.
Madelynn sat in the wheelchair and was pushed in by Juliet.
She was wrapped in a blanket, with a very pale and haggard face.
When looking at Beatrice, there was a slight increase in tolerance for no apparent reason.
"Beatrice, are you okay? I heard about what happened outside the operating room, you were treated unfairly, I don't blame you."
Beatrice had long witnessed Madelynn's acting skills, but seeing this scene still found it extremely laughable.
"Madelynn, why are you blaming me? I did not push you, and you know it very well!" Her gray eyes turned icy cold with anger, accompanied by a cold smile, and her whole being felt frozen and shattered.
Madelynn choked up, with two lines of tears rolling down her face, disregarding Beatrice's rejection, she grabbed her hand.
Unbiasedly, it was firmly pressed onto her wound.
Make her unable to move.
"Beatrice, I know you had a crush on Mr. Caden, but we were about to get married. You can't continue to be so infatuated! I don't even blame you for causing me to have a miscarriage, what more do you want from me? I beg you, please let us go!" Saying that, she pressed down on Beatrice's wound and was about to get up..
Beatrice winced in pain and forcefully shook off Madelynn's hand.
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Madelynn's body tilted and she bumped into the end of the bed, accidentally pressing on the
remote control.
Internet TV suddenly jumped to live reporting
"A month later, Mr. Caden and Madelynn were about to complete their wedding of the century." Beatrice stared at the words on the screen, finally understanding Madelynn's intention. She turned her head and looked back, Madelynn, sitting in the wheekhair, smirked proudly at her, then quickly changed to a teary and shimmering expression. "Beatrice, please consider my request."
At this moment, a crowd had already gathered at the entrance, with pairs of eyes staring at Beatrice accusingly.
Beatrice seemed to have returned to her past life.
She also became the target of public criticism and condemnation, thanks to Madelynn's brilliant acting transitions.
The whispers kept amplifying, tearing at her whole body, and the unbearable salty and bloody smell gradually filled her throat.
She tightened her clothes, her fingers turned white with tension, and her body couldn't stop trembling.
"That's enough! Madelynn, you've gone too far!" Brend exclaimed angrily.
If he hadn't seen Madelynn and Brenton passionately making love, he would have really believed how much Madelynn loved Caden.
Now I understand how much she loved acting.
Madelynn was taken aback, squinted her eyes, and teary-eyed, she said, "Brend, I know Beatrid is indeed very likable, but I... I lost the baby!" "You..."
Brend furrowed his brow, understanding that Madelynn was insinuating that he had an affair with Beatrice.
The crowd's gaze once again engulfed Beatrice.
Just as she was on the verge of collapsing, a cold voice resounded
"What were you doing?"noveldrama
Hearing the sound, everyone stepped back to make way.
The man walked slowly into the ward, scanning the room, especially after Beatrice, his eyes becoming even deeper.
The last ray of twilight outside the window fell precisely on his pitch-black suit, emitting a captivating radiance. Attracting and intimidating at the same time.
Caden came.
He walked towards Beatrice, and suddenly Madelynn turned her wheelchair and threw herself
into his arms.
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"Mr. Caden, I am fine, don't blame Beatrice. I just came over to talk to her, after all, we are getting married in a month."
"There was nothing to say to her."
Caden spoke coldly and helped Madelynn sit back in the wheelchair.
Madelynn frowned and leaned against Caden, saying, "Mr. Caden, don't be like this, after all, he is still family."
"No." There was no warmth in Caden's eyes.
"Not family, then they're just strangers," Madelynn pretended to look at Beatrice with difficulty.
Beatrice's spine suddenly went cold.
The sound from another world drilled into my mind.
"Beatrice, you couldn't resist Mr. Caden for eight years, but as soon as I came back, he couldn't wait to make you step aside for me and our son. He even said..." "He also said that he had never considered you and your daughter as his own, you have always
been outsiders."
Beatrice clutched her chest and gasped for breath, her face growing paler and her eyes becoming so red that they seemed about to bleed in the next second. "Go away! Go away!"
She lunged at Madelynn but, due to her weakness, fell heavily to the ground.
"Get lost! All of you go die! Go die!"
"Beatrice! Calm down! You couldn't be provoked!" Brend rushed forward and supported Beatrice "Kill him! We must kill him!" She seemed like a different person, gripping Brend tightly. "Kill. Caden! I hate him so much!" She lifted her gaze and met Caden's cold eyes, he looked at her as if she were a stranger. Three seconds later, he turned Madelynn's wheelchair without any expression on his face and walked away.
Beatrice looked at the distant figure with a cold sneer, let out a muffled groan, and collapsed as she looked at the needle on her arm.
Brend sighed and picked up Beatrice, placing her back on the sickbed. He turned his head and glared at the small nurse standing at the door. "Why did Madelynn know that she was here?"
"I'm sorry, Dr. Goodman, but Ms. Bradford is really devastated. She has lost her child and she
doesn't blame Beatrice."
"You all..."
Brend felt a tightness in his chest and suddenly thought that maybe what that person right.
did was
After dismissing the nurse, Brend had just sat down when he heard Beatrice muttering something.
"The red house, 12252050, the red house..."
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Brend thought Beatrice was talking nonsense, but he listened closely several times and the numbers were exactly the same each time.
He immediately thought of something and called the nurse again, saying, "I have an urgent matter, you keep an eye on it and don't let anyone else in."
As Brend left, the nurse glanced and pursed her lips.
"Having caused the disappearance of other people's children, they had the audacity to pretend to be crazy."
After saying that, she closed the door and left directly, completely forgetting Brend's reminder.
Hospital parking lot.
The butler walked briskly to the car window and respectfully bowed.
"Mr. Caden took Madelynn away and ignored Beatrice."
"How do you see it?" Xander leaned back against the seat, closing his eyes to relax. "Perhaps Mr. Caden had some interest in Beatrice before, but this time, when it involved Mr. Caden's first child, he couldn't let Beatrice go."
"Hehe," Xander chuckled as he opened his eyes, "Why is Beatrice still lying there unharmed? Caden, I, as a father, can hardly control it anymore, so before that happens, I must not let a woman like Beatrice become a stain on our family." "Understood," the butler nodded.
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The ward was quiet and still.
A doctor wearing a white coat and a mask walked into the ward and glanced at Beatrice lying on the bed.
Then he took out a syringe from his pocket and stabbed it into the infusion tube.