Beyond the Divorce

Beatrice exuded a chilling and arrogant aura. She coldly spoke with a compelling force to Gabriel's parents, "Get out of here immediately!" Jocelyn roared angrily, "How dare you! You little slut..."

She struggled to get up from the ground and rushed toward Beatrice. She pointed her finger at Beatrice's face and continued, "What kind of person do you think you are? How dare you drive away my guests? It's not your place..." Just as Jocelyn's finger was about to poke Beatrice's face, unexpectedly, Beatrice made a swift move again. I didn't see exactly what happened, but I heard a crisp 'crack,' followed by Jocelyn's scream...

I looked closely and saw that Jocelyn's finger, pointing at Beatrice, had bent abnormally backward from the back of her hand. It was broken.

Jocelyn held her hand and screamed in pain. She hysterically shouted, "Help..."

As expected, several servants stormed out of the kitchen, but they all stopped dead in their tracks upon seeing the formidable Beatrice standing in the center of the living room. They stared at her in terror, and none dared to move. Gabriel's parents looked at Beatrice, who exuded a terrifying aura, and then at Jocelyn's hand. Their eyes were filled with fear, but they still tried to show some authority, "...Beatrice, what's wrong with you...?" "Beatrice Chandler..."

"My name is Keller, not Chandler!" Beatrice coldly interrupted, her eyes full of disdain as she looked at the couple.

"What's wrong with me?" She raised her hand and showed it to everyone. Her hands, like chicken claws, waved in front of their eyes.

Then she smiled coldly, looked at the couple, and said slowly, "You allowed them to break my fingers, but I'm not allowed to fight back? Hmph! You're afraid of her, afraid of Bryon Chandler, but let me tell you something! "I will make you pay the price for assisting them in their tyranny! Now get out of the Keller family home!"

Gabriel looked pained and took a step forward, "...Bea!"

Only at this moment did Beatrice suddenly turn her proud head. Despite her thin and fragile appearance, she exuded an imposing aura. "Call me Beatrice Keller. You are not worthy to address me with the name Bea!

"Since the moment you signed the fake diagnosis that sent me to the psychiatric hospital, you became an enemy of me! You face the consequences of your own choices! Now, take your profit-seeking parents and disappear from my sight!" Beatrice raised her head, walked to the center of the sofa, and sat up straight. Her posture declared her as the master of this place.

Jocelyn's face twisted and grew pale from the pain. The brilliant crimson blood dripping from the corner of her mouth added to the horrible and terrifying appearance.

"...Beatrice! How could you...?"Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

"Seems like you've forgotten. This is Helen Keller's home. Do you think you deserve to live here? Do you feel secure when you live here? Do you can cover up all those

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outrageous things you and Bryon Chandler have done? You're wrong!"

Beatrice stared at Jocelyn "My grandfather and my grandmother are dead! Helen Keller is also dead! But I, Beatrice Keller, am still alive! It was your mistake that you didn't kill me nine years ago! I made it clear to you that as long as I am alive, I will make you pay!"

"...You can't! You little slut, are you trying to rebel? They deserved to die, all of them! You..."

Like a dying beast, Jocelyn seemed to have sensed that things were not in her favor. Those cunning eyes kept scanning among us.

"Jocelyn, do you think that the shocking things you and Bryon Chandler did together can be covered up?"

"How can you face Helen Keller's longstanding loyalty to you? You stole her husband and collaborated with you lover to plot for wealth and harm lives. Did you really think you can escape the justice system by silencing people with murder? You are wrong!"

Jocelyn's face was now completely devoid of color.