Chapter 53 Memory Disrupted?

The Baldwin's mansion.

Beatrice fell into a deep sleep as soon as she came back.

Finally, she was awakened by hunger, and she had difficulty moving. She shouted towards the

door.

"Mom?"

"Ryan?"

No one responded to her, so she thought her voice was too soft and Monica and Ryan didn't hear

1. it.

raised my hand to grab my phone when I noticed the paper left on the bedside table.

"I accompanied Ryan to a social event and prepared some snacks for you. If you get hungry, you can eat them."

Open the plate, there were three small desserts.

Monica truly believed that she ate very little.

Three small pastries, Beatrice finished eating in two bites, but her stomach was still growling with hunger.

She had no choice but to pick up the landline phone on the bedside table and call the kitchen.

"Auntie, is there anything else to eat?"

"The chef finished work." The maid spoke lightly and yawned, indicating that she was going to sleep. "Um."

After hanging up the phone, Beatrice mocked herself for her unnecessary actions,

The Baldwin family's servants never paid her any attention, so how could they have prepared food for her in the middle of the night?

Unable to do anything else, she had to prop herself up and make her way to the kitchen. Just as she took a couple of steps, a sudden pain shot through her foot, causing her to fall directly to the ground. Subconsciously, both arms hit the wound that had been scratched by a tree branch.

"Hiss..."

Beatrice winced in pain, but she still managed to stand up.

When people are hungry, they really have an obsession and must eat something.

She blew on the wound on her forearm and limped out of the yard.

The Baldwin's mansion was composed of different courtyards, with gardens, plants, and corridors interspersed in between.

Even in the late night, with the moon shining faintly and stars sparsely scattered, the scenery remains picturesque under each street lamp.

hesitantly and entered the nearby

marry precious ingedums, have the kerk her place

and

I was about to crack the eggs, the light above my head made a sizing

went out.

of

Hush... Hush...

A voice came through.

take care of our daughter' "Mr. Caden, don't! Stella has been under my care since she was little,

your mother, why did you go and hurt someone

many times do I have to say

you think I would believe your explanation? Caleb is unconscious in the hospital, and you have been staying here for the past two days." With a loud bang, the door was forcefully locked, and

a blunt knife cutting

was Stella's crying outside

mom! I

"No crying allowed!"

Listening to the child's

heart-wrenching

cries, she still

compromised.

The sound of rushing water continued, and Beatrice, as if by reflex, dropped the eggs in her hand and covered her head, saying, "Ah! Don't come over..." Suddenly, a hand embraced her trembling body tightly, pressing it against the best. She

"It was me."

Caden.

fell on the man's tall and proud figure without any contradiction. Shrouded in a misty haze, his gaze was

feel his

speak when he covered her mouth with his hand and

profound, and his ink-black

Chapter 53 Memory Disrupted

emanating a hint of invasion

forcefully pulled his hand, but he

and bit down on his finger as Soon as she opened her mouth. Caden just furrowed his brow and did not let go of

footsteps could be heard coming

"Who is it?"

came to steal things? She just called asking for food, in the middle of the night, without considering her

position

from the Baldwin family; taking it would

lowered her gaze to avoid his gaze, but still

Beatrice quickly snapped back to reality and gestured for Caden to let go of

her against the countertop. In her panic, he leaned in slightly,

outside the door and spoke slowly, "It's me. The light is

outside immediately became respectful, Yes, Mr.

while, the light

in front of her became instantly clear, and every

go of her, his gaze swept over her, and finally landed

wrist.

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