At the beginning of the new year, the bell struck twelve.

Beatrice raised her hand and turned off the TV.

She knew that Harold would bring Viola home for New Year’s Eve dinner tonight.

For the rest of his life, Viola would be the only one by his side.

The wind was a little cool at night.

Beatrice’s face was covered with snot and tears. She had just finished the IV drip and was sniffing her nose when she heard the gossipy screams of the young nurse outside the door.

“He is the one who is in charge of the Dolton Family, right? That man is so gentle and handsome! His girlfriend is the real winner. She was so nervous after just a minor scratch. If I were his girlfriend, I would definitely faint from happiness!”

Beatrice followed the nurse’s gaze.

Harold took off his coat and put it on Viola, then frowned, as if dissatisfied, bent down slightly and walked toward this side with the whole person in his arms.

When their eyes met, Beatrice’s heart still skipped a beat.

She was a little nervous and was about to explain.

But Harold just paused, frowned and passed by as if he didn’t see her.

Beatrice laughed at herself and finally lowered her head again after raising it, holding onto the wall and preparing to walk out.

The huge corridor became silent due to Harold’s appearance.

Her feet were rubbed by her high heels and with every step she took, the corridor echoed with a “click click” sound, which was particularly harsh.

Suddenly Harold stopped, his eyes full of impatience and after looking her up and down, she spoke suddenly. “You’re following me?”

Before Beatrice could react to what he meant, he said the second sentence, “If Sunset Villa has been arranged, you should move in as soon as possible. After all, it’s not convenient now.”

What an inconvenience! Beatrice’s heart trembled. She didn’t want to listen, so she just limped forward.

But when her show of weakness angered Harold, his brows furrowed again.

“It’s really annoying to change the shoes that don’t fit.”

A double entendre.

Beatrice’s face turned as pale as paper in an instant. She knew that Harold was warning her.

She also understood that she would be kicked out of the house sooner or later and she had to make room for her future sister-in-law.

She just didn’t expect it to happen so soon.

She endured the discomfort in her feet, turned around with difficulty and nodded obediently.

“Brother, don’t worry. I will move out as soon as possible. And the shoes that don’t fit... I’ll get rid of them too.”

In the dim corridor, Beatrice shuddered violently, noticed an unfriendly gaze coming from Viola and then lowered her head silently.

She was afraid that her future sister-in-law would misunderstand her, so she still wanted to muster up the courage to tell her that she would never be a stumbling block to Harold’s happiness. She wanted him to be happy, but this happiness had nothing to do with her.

She would leave tactfully, but she didn’t want Harold to misunderstand her.

“Brother, I didn’t follow you. I came here because…”

But her obedience did not satisfy Harold. The only response she got was a cold back and a ruthless voice. “Whatever you want.”

Although Sunset Villa was the most luxurious villa area in Linkon. It was located in a remote suburb, far enough away from him and most importantly, far enough away from his wedding room.

It was charity in appearance, but in reality it was exile.

She didn’t understand how their relationship had come to this point.

He had loved her so much in the past, but now that she showed up in the hospital for no reason, he didn’t even ask a single question.

Beatrice wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes fiercely.

Sometimes she hated herself for being so weak and always crying over such trivial matters.

“But everything is back to square one. I am not allowed to cry!”

She clenched her fists which had already turned white in her sleeves, limped to the trash can in the corridor, threw her beloved high-heeled shoes into the trash can and walked out of the hospital barefoot.

Beatrice had just transferred some living expenses to his mother in the nursing home.

She looked at her balance, gritted her teeth and prepared to walk home.

But the pain of her feet stepping on the asphalt ground made her feel aggrieved and she squeezed out a few more drops of golden beans.

Looking at the days marked on the phone, she started crying and then started laughing.

“In 50 days at the latest, I will leave this place completely and start a new life.”

Beatrice had just finished taking the nutrient solution and her strength had not yet fully recovered. Fortunately, she finally walked to the door of her house and fainted there.

She had a very long and strange dream.

In the dream, Harold knew that she was going to leave, so he hung her on a tree at the door and beat her up.

She cried in her dream and said that she would never leave again, but the dream changed and she came to Harold’s wedding hall.

Everyone accused her of being ungrateful, coveting things that she didn’t deserve and destroying his happiness.

In her sleep, Beatrice shouted in panic, “I didn’t. I won’t love Harold again…”

When she opened her eyes again, her whole body was soaked with sweat.

Harold was sitting beside her bed, looking at her with a gloomy face.

“What won’t you love? Beatrice, am I too indulgent to you? That’s why you are so fearless in vying for favor!”

Beatrice didn’t have time to react to what he meant.

Viola pushed the door and walked in.

She affectionately wrapped her arms around Harold’s neck and pecked him lightly on the face.

“Calm down. I was worried about Beatrice last night, so I rushed back early this morning. Harold, I really don’t blame you. Don’t be so angry with Beatrice.”

Beatrice then realized that it was because of her fainting that Harold was too busy to take care of his girlfriend, so he had to leave her alone in the hospital and come back to accompany her, an outsider.

There was a slight tremor in her voice and she seemed to be under tremendous psychological pressure.

“Yes… I’m sorry, brother and sister-in-law. It was my fault last night. I shouldn’t have caused you trouble.”

Harold frowned unhappily and looked at her blankly, as if he noticed something was wrong.

Beatrice never treated the people he brought back with a good face. He would only call them “that woman”, never call them sister-in-law and never apologize.

Seeing Harold’s hesitation, Viola changed the subject in time.

“Okay, Beatrice, although I am your sister-in-law, I am actually younger than you. I heard you graduated. Is there anything you like? As your sister-in-law, I haven’t given you a graduation present yet!”

Beatrice shook her head like a rattle.

She just wanted to stay away and didn’t want to feel their happiness.

But Harold rubbed Viola’s head and agreed, “You’re thoughtful.”

He turned his head and glared at Beatrice fiercely, gritting his teeth.

“Don’t be so petty. Take this opportunity to give your sister-in-law a gift and apologize.”

She said that Viola came to buy her a gift.

But wherever Viola’s eyes passed, Harold covered it all for her.

Looking at the two people who were so affectionate in the fitting area, Beatrice hurriedly looked away, regretting even more that she had agreed to follow them.

Clamore.

Clamore was a brand that my mother liked very much.

She looked at the gorgeous clothes in front of her carefully and couldn’t help but think of the time when she went shopping with her parents.

“As long as our parents are here, our Beatrice will always be the little princess in our hands.”

At that time, she felt that she was the happiest person in the world.

But now, Beatrice looked at the price of the dress and found that it was 34,000 dollars, a number that she could not even hope for.

Seeing Beatrice staring at the dress stupidly, Viola blinked at Harold and spoke mysteriously.

“I know what gift to give Beatrice!”

She almost snatched it from Beatrice in one go.

“Beatrice, stay here. You like this skirt, don’t you?”

When Beatrice subconsciously looked at Harold, his eyes were dazed for a moment.

This dress was too expensive and did not suit her status.

More importantly, she didn’t want to owe Viola anymore and even less did she want to owe Harold.

“Sister-in-law, you misunderstood.”

Originally, she didn’t want any gift from Viola.

Everything was done in a forced manner. Beatrice hesitated for a moment, then pointed to the clothing stall outside the window and curled the corners of her mouth.

“I’m not used to the clothes in Clamore. I like the denim shirt. Sister-in-law, please give it to me.”

Clothes worth dozens of dollars were hanging outside, wrinkled.

There was a hint of surprise in Viola’s eyes and she looked at Harold helplessly for a moment.

“Harold, did I do something wrong? I really wanted to buy a gift for her. Did Beatrice think that I could only afford cheap goods? Otherwise, why did she humiliate me like this?”

Harold’s voice was unnaturally cold, but his expression softened somewhat.

He looked at Beatrice with a smile and whispered in her ear, “Just accept whatever I give you. If you don’t like it, you don’t have to wear it. Don’t get angry. It’s not your turn to say no to something given by my woman.”

Yes.

I had known that Harold was always so domineering.

Once before, he took a female star home to spend the night.

Beatrice was so angry that she poured milk on the dress worth hundreds of thousands of dollars given by the brand and also slapped the female star.

The next day, she received a lawyer’s letter from the agency.

But Harold tore it up directly and in order to calm the matter down, he gave away several million dollars.

The female star refused to accept.

What did he say at that time? Oh, “It’s not your turn to say no to what my Dolton Family does and what they give away.”

The boomerang from a few years ago turned in the air and finally pierced into Beatrice’s heart again.

Apart from a wry smile, she didn’t dare show any emotion.

Viola was a person who could read people’s expressions. She smiled and stretched out her hand, asking as a matter of course.

“Beatrice, I gave you a gift. Now, do you have to give me a gift in return? Otherwise, it would be very rude.”

After she finished speaking, Beatrice raised her eyes and looked at Harold.

There was only indifference in the man’s eyes and that look was clearly warning her not to embarrass herself.

Beatrice’s heart trembled and she carefully took out a round fan that she had sewn by herself from her backpack.

This was a wedding gift for them.

In order to make this round fan, she stayed up all night for several days and her hands were pricked by needles with several small and medium-sized holes.

Viola was stunned at first, then she pursed her lips, looking aggrieved.

“Harold, look at her. She’s trying to fool me with this little thing. It’s only worth a few hundred bucks at a street stall.”

Just as she was about to take it, Harold got there first and knocked her to the ground.

He looked at Beatrice with a half-smile, with undisguised mockery and sarcasm in his eyes.

“How can you afford such a shabby gift? Viola gave you clothes worth 34,000 dollars. Even if you are rude, you don’t have to give me this rubbish, right? You have eaten up the Dolton Family’s education! How could you be this?!”