Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

Chapter 1142 Dominance Returns to the Mansion

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.

showed it to everyone. Her hands, like chicken claws, waved in front of their

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

pained and took

exuded an imposing aura. "Call me Beatrice Keller. You are not worthy to

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

twisted and grew pale from the pain. The brilliant crimson blood dripping from the

"...Beatrice! How could you...?"

This is Helen Keller's home. Do you think you deserve to live here? Do you feel secure when you live

think

you

Chandler have done? You're

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