After hearing Jane’s accusations, Jaiden’s face turned sour. “I just wanted to take her out for dinner. There was no need for you to be so nervous, Miss North.”
“Who knows what kind of unspeakable things a person like you might do?”
Molly hid behind Jane, feeling relieved.
Jane had an aura that was not inferior to Patrick’s. Once she emitted it, people would avoid her.
“I haven’t forgotten the things you did in the past,” said Jane coldly, expressing her disgust towards Jaiden in every word and sentence.
“The past is the past. It’s boring to bring it up now,” replied Jaiden dismissively as he tried to cover up his previous actions.
Molly took a deep breath; she would never forget what Jaiden had done in the past. And now he was trying to brush it off with just a few words? She lowered her head and thought that she must have been unlucky enough to meet such a person.
“Hmph.”
Jane sneered and walked up directly towards Jaiden by grabbing his collar, “You’ve changed since returning home; constantly bothering Molly – what are your intentions?”
Jaiden’s face changed instantly at Jane’s questioning tone, “It has nothing to do with you. I just want to have dinner with Molly.”
“Don’t blame me for not giving you face!” Jane grabbed Jaiden’s collar and pushed him away, her eyes stern. “Molly is just a simple girl. She has done so much for you in the past, and now you’re here bothering her. It’s truly unheard of.”
Molly held her breath and looked at Jane’s domineering appearance, something she had never seen before.
“Oh?” Jaiden smirked devilishly, licking his lips, a teasing look on his face. “She’s just a plaything that I can discard whenever I want.”
Upon hearing this, Molly’s shoulders trembled.
“Shut your mouth!” Jane scolded Jaiden directly. She had initially wanted to leave him some face, but now it seemed he had none left.
Jane slapped Jaiden across the face, causing him to freeze for a moment. He grabbed Jane’s hand, intending to push her away, but Molly promptly supported Jane and slapped Jaiden across the face once again.
This scene attracted the attention of passersby, who gathered around to see what was happening.
Once the onlookers understood the cause of the situation, they couldn’t help but comment on how well-deserved the slaps were. For a moment, the area was filled with insults directed at Jaiden.
Jaiden covered his face, surprised to find himself publicly humiliated by Jane.
Meanwhile, in another country…
Beatrice sat by the window, watching the servant who had been standing at the door. She felt a bit frustrated. Ever since she was sent abroad, everyone around her was arranged by Mike. She had nothing to do but read books and tend to the flowers in her spare time. There was no one to accompany her through her worries and difficulties.
Suddenly, Florence’s figure appeared in Beatrice’s mind.
She let out a sigh. Before, she only had Florence to accompany her.
Thinking of her heartless son, Beatrice felt both hatred and anger.
Just then, Beatrice caught sight of a familiar figure not far away.
The person had a braided hairstyle and was wearing a light yellow dress, clearly not following the foreign style.
Beatrice rubbed her eyes, afraid that she was mistaken. She couldn’t believe she would encounter someone from the same country even abroad.
However, the more Beatrice looked at that person, the more familiar they seemed, as if she had seen them somewhere before.
Beatrice grabbed a pair of binoculars from inside the house and looked through the window towards the other side.
After a long while, Beatrice gently put down the binoculars. To her surprise, the person across the way was Florence!
Beatrice never expected that even after Florence’s family fell on hard times, they could still afford to live in a villa abroad. However, Florence appeared even thinner than before.
Looking around cautiously, Beatrice walked to the front door and said to the two servants, “I’ve finished reading all the books at home. I’m going out to buy some new ones.”
“Yes, madam. We’ll accompany you.”
The servants bowed slightly to Beatrice and followed her closely.
Beatrice felt uneasy. She never expected Mike to be so protective, having someone follow her wherever she went.
But Beatrice didn’t mind at all. She went straight to the bottom of Florence’s house.
“Madam, we’ve taken the wrong path…”
“Shut up!”
The servant wanted to remind Beatrice but was rebuked. She dared not say anything further.
After all, Beatrice always represented the Pansy family. That was an undeniable fact.
Just then, Florence approached with a basket of flowers. She was humming a tune, seemingly enjoying her time abroad.
“Florence.”
Upon seeing Florence, Beatrice immediately put on a kind and lovely expression.
Florence, on the other hand, trembled in her shoulders and turned her face away.
“Who are you? You’ve mistaken someone else.”
Florence was speaking a foreign language, which made Beatrice uncomfortable.
Although Beatrice was proficient in multiple languages and understood what Florence meant, it was evident that Florence did not want to acknowledge her.
“Florence, it’s me! You’ve only been here for a short while, and you’ve already forgotten me?” Beatrice approached, wanting to hold Florence’s hand, but Florence avoided her.
“Madam, we really don’t know each other. You must have mistaken me for someone else,” Florence said, lowering her head and stepping back a few steps, pretending not to recognize Beatrice.
This saddened Beatrice. She never expected that Florence would ignore her now.
“Florence, it’s my fault. I have caused you distress,” Beatrice said, approaching forcefully and holding onto Florence’s hand, refusing to let go. “I had no choice. I am not in control of the family. I have done everything I can to help you.”
The surrounding servants exchanged glances, surprised to see Beatrice being so gentle with Florence.
“Madam, please let go. I truly don’t know you,” Florence struggled. She had a less extravagant but content and peaceful life here, and she didn’t want to get involved with the Pansy family anymore.
Seeing Beatrice here, Florence guessed that she must have made a mistake and got sent over by Mike and Patrick.
With that in mind, Florence resisted even more. If the Pansy family’s people were to mix with the Doyle family, the Doyle family wouldn’t have the energy to confront them.
Beatrice held onto Florence’s hand tightly, refusing to let her go. Florence shook her head but couldn’t free her hand.
“You’ve really mistaken me. Please don’t trouble me,” Florence helplessly looked at the servants surrounding Beatrice.
The servants sensed the situation was not good and quickly stepped forward to persuade her. “Madam, it’s getting late. We still haven’t bought the books, and this young lady hasn’t done anything wrong. Please don’t trouble her.”