When Love Turns to Ashes (Beatrice and Caden)

Chapter 263 He Made You Get Married

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Beatrice took out her phone and took pictures of Monica from top to bottom. She took more than ten photos just of the handprint on her face.

Monica was a little scared and said, "Beatrice, what are you doing?"

"Mom, running away is not the solution now. I must solve the problem from the root. Wait for my message at the hospital, and please, do not give any more money to this man," Beatrice admonished. "Okay."

Monica had been scared SO much that her face had turned pale, and she could only nod repeatedly.

After soothing Monica to sleep, Beatrice turned around and left the ward.

Standing in the corridor, she took a deep breath and dialed Angie's phone number.

The phone rang three times before it was answered, as if they knew she would call. "Who?"

Angie had a sense of superiority in her voice.

But she did have the qualification.

Beatrice clenched her fist and tried to remain calm as she said, "Ms. Lezon, I am Beatrice. Can I arrange a meeting with you?"

"Oh? What's the matter?" Angie's attitude was neither refusing nor agreeing, making it somewhat unpredictable.

"There were indeed some matters that needed to be discussed with you in person."

Beatrice pursed her lips and reluctantly spoke up.

To my surprise, Angie agreed after thinking for a few seconds.

"I sent you the meeting address."

"Um."

After hanging up the phone, Beatrice turned around hurriedly.

I unexpectedly ran into Brend at the elevator entrance.

Brenda stopped her and asked, "What are you doing at the hospital? Where do you feel uncomfortable?

"No, I had something to do and left earlier."

Beatrice had no intention of explaining, nor did she want to involve others.

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She pushed Brend's arm away and was about to leave, but she was forcefully dragged to deserted place.

"If you don't say it, I will tell Mr. Caden that you never lost your memory! You can deceive others, but not me as a doctor.

"You should have known Mr. Caden's personality, he simply didn't care whether you had amnesia Ol not."

He heard that Beatrice raised her eyes and stared at him, feeling a sense of being unable to break free.

"I didn't know what you were saying."

"You and I know, I have been deceived by you so many times, at least we

Brend's finger hovered between the two of them.

can consider ourselves as half comrades, right?"

Beatrice pursed her lips and said, "Okay, then you helped me destroy my mother's hospital records, and then take her...*

She leaned close to Brend and whispered.

Brenda's face froze in shock.

Beatrice warned, "If you dare to tell anyone, we will both perish together."

To others, she hinted at something.

"You..."

"I left."

Beatrice turned around and left.

Brend watched her disappearing figure and immediately took out his phone

open someone's

number.

But as soon as he thought of Beatrice's warning just now, he sighed and put his phone away, heading towards Monica's ward.

I don't know why, but his eyelid kept twitching.

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Beatrice looked at the restaurant in front of her, feeling somewhat dazed.

Garden Restaurant.

But in just a few seconds, she calmed down and walked in as if nothing had happened.

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restaurant,

Looking around the

she saw Angie sitting in the corner by the window,

Beatrice walked over and sat across from me.

drinking.noveldrama

Angie lazily lifted her eyelids, and a pair of sharp eyes seemed to scrutinize her with a hint of ambiguity.

"Ms. Lindsey, doesn't this place feel familiar?"

"Ms. Lezon, you don't have to test me, I don't remember anything. Besides, I'm not here to retrieve the past," Beatrice replied firmly.

"Oh? What do you want from me then?"

Angie glanced up slightly, gently shaking the bottom of the wine glass with the hand adorned with a ring.

Beatrice got straight to the point and said, "Did you do my mother's thing?"

Upon hearing this, Angie's beautiful eyes flickered for a moment, and she narrowed her gaze at Beatrice, clearly not expecting her to ask such a direct question.

"Ms. Lindsey, please don't falsely accuse innocent people. I am not familiar with Mrs. Monica Baldwin, so how could I do anything to her? Why don't you tell me what you have to say?"

She shook the wine glass, her red lips curved upwards, and there was an unstoppable satisfaction in her eyes, as if she had thought of something joyful.

But yet so disdainful, indifferent.

Beatrice struggled to swallow her anger, tightly clenching her hands on her knees.

"Ms. Lezon, I couldn't possibly come to you empty-handed."

Angie's wine glass froze for a moment against her lips, as she glanced sideways at Beatrice, whose gaze was as sharp as a knife.

"Beatrice, you can't speak recklessly."

Beatrice stared into his warning eyes, and then slowly moved the ring onto her finger.

Not to mention her intricate and fully embedded ring setting, the reverse setting technique alone is rarely seen.

Not to mention, the gem cuts she used were all very unique.

Beatrice was jewelry designer, and she would

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pay attention to any jewelry that passed in front of her.

According to the online description, Angie said that this ring was given to her by her father when she inherited the family company, symbolizing her status.

So she had it on her hand every day.

Most people cannot impersonate others.

After Angie noticed Beatrice's gaze, she immediately thought of something and instinctively covered her fingers.

Beatrice directly opened the photos on her phone, pointing at the clear palm print on Monica's cheek. Then, after zooming in several times, she could clearly see that there were some special patterns on the middle finger's position. "Ms. Lezon, please spare me, otherwise..."

Beatrice used the same words to retaliate against Angie.

Angie was the only female president in the history of the Lezon Group, and countless pairs of eyes were watching her.

She should have understood the difficulties of being a woman better than anyone else, but now she is using such despicable means to hurt another woman.

"Beatrice, did you dare to threaten me?" Angie forcefully set down her glass.

"Ms. Lezon, I wasn't threatening, I was just defending myself."

Beatrice stared at her.

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then she curled her lips into

a

faint

her smile,

gaze

intense.

Angie's eye twitched

few times,

"Beatrice, if it weren't for such a useless mother you have, I would still have some appreciation for you, but it's a pity... you were never meant to be my rival." Beatrice pursed her lips tightly, her palm holding the phone covered in cold sweat.

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Angie drank slowly and sneered, "Yes, it was me, so what? A ring mark can only prove that I hit your mother, but it can't prove her innocence." "The video of her with that toy boy... tsk tsk, I couldn't even bear to watch it, I wonder if Mr. Ryan saw it, I don't know if he can forgive your

mother."

"Don't even think about recording. I've been working in this mall for so many years, can I not have something for self-defense on me?

With that, Angie kicked the small disruptor by her feet.

Beatrice

glanced

down

at

her

phone,

which

had

already

gone

completely

black

while

recording

Angie rested her chin on her hands and said, "Beatrice, you are too naive, and your mother is too foolish. What qualifications do you have to rely on the Baldwin family? I was just trying to help you find a place to belong."

Beatrice's heart skipped a beat.

"Home? What do you mean?"

"You are not young anymore, it's time for you to get married. Don't be like your mother, always longing for things that don't belong to you," Angie smiled.

"You had no right to interfere in my marriage," Beatrice retorted.

"Isn't it there now?" Angie glanced at Beatrice's face, revealing a hint of disgust. "Isn't that face of yours just for seducing men? I heard that Beatrice remained motionless, with her other hand lightly clenched on her knee, unwilling to let go for a long time. Angie sneered, "Beatrice, it's useless. Your resistance is as insignificant as an ant in our eyes. Only if you obediently listen, will everyone be satisfied.'"

"Everyone? Who is it?" Beatrice's breath caught.

"What do you say? You caused so much trouble, did you really think you could get away with it? The decision for you to get married was naturally made after discussions between Mr. Caden and Sir Baldwin, didn't Mr. Caden tell you? Angie spoke lightly. Beatrice gradually lost her strength, unable to tightly grip her own fist.

Suddenly, she remembered what Caden had said to her yesterday.

"Wait for me to come over tomorrow afternoon, I had something to tell you."

What he wanted to say was exactly this.

Make her listen to Angie's arrangement to get married.