Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

Chapter 1139 I Have The Evidence

Chapter 1139 I Have The Evidence

Beatrice lowered her head, looking a little sad. Lauren, who was beside her, immediately stepped forward to protect her and console her softly.

Beatrice bravely lifted her head, faced the camera with tearful eyes and said, "I'm normal! I have always been normal! I was sent to the psychiatric hospital because I..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Bryon immediately interrupted her. "Don't be stubborn, Beatrice. I'm your father. Have you forgotten how much I loved and cared for you when you were little? You were the princess of the Chandler family. I..."

"The princess of the Chandler family? Are you sure? Are you worthy of saying you love me? Haha... What do you mean, love? Is this how you love me, Bryon Chandler...?"

At that moment, a doctor came out of the emergency room, pushing a wheelchair. Beatrice walked over and abruptly removed the blanket covering the figure in the wheelchair.

It revealed a lifelike mannequin with a dagger inserted into its chest.

A collective gasp echoed through the room.

Beatrice smiled at Bryon and said, "I always tried to remember that you're still my biological father, no matter how you treat me. But you think I'm just an obstacle in your life. When you've cleared all those obstacles, you'll realize that there's no longer hope for a life ahead of you."

A hint of panic flashed in Bryon's eyes, but it quickly turned into a cold expression. "Beatrice, you don't understand. This has nothing to do with me. I'm still your loving father. Come home with me. Let's talk about it. You need to take responsibility for what you said! Listen to me, Beatrice."

"Go home? Do I still have a home? You might have been able to forget every word from that

at Mr. Nathan. "I have evidence that Bryon Chandler, Jocelyn Marrow,

said in despair. "I am your

Bryon and shouted, "You don't deserve to be

"Why, you..."

his eyes red. "You can wait for the

two police officers

behind her and

screams continued. "You ungrateful beast! How dare you tell all those lies to try to defame

Beatrice. I made a mistake sending you to that psychiatric hospital, but you stabbed someone with a knife... Beatrice, I'm

came here because I was concerned for her... You have no right to treat me like

Gerby

one after another. Beatrice's face was pale, but her steps grew heavier and more

walked beside her, gently extending my hand to hold hers. Her hand was

it tight. Then, with a deep breath, she raised her head,

the media swarmed around her. Her demeanor was calm, and her attitude was neither humble

overbearing as she accepted

interviews from the press,