Chapter 192 A Stain on Our Family

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When Beatrice regained consciousness, she had already been helped by Monica and the nurse to change into clean clothes.

Even the blood on the head was washed clean.

Half-dried strands of hair hung on the cheeks, exuding a fragmented beauty, with only a pair of lifeless eyes.

Just like a puppet on strings.

Brend was bowing her head, carefully trimming the curled dead skin. When she saw her fingers move, she immediately comforted her, saying, "It will be fine soon, just hold on." Beatrice nodded numbly and asked, "How is Madelynn?"

"Miscarriage, heavy bleeding, but now everything is fine," Brend hesitated to speak.

Upon hearing this, Beatrice clenched her teeth tightly and gripped the edge of the bed, nodding slightly at first and then shaking her head.

"I did not push her."

Brend looked up in surprise, gazing into the grayish-white depths of her eyes, feeling a twinge of sympathy.

"Actually..."

His words were not finished yet when the door of the ward was pushed open.

Madelynn sat in the wheelchair and was pushed in by Juliet.

She was wrapped in a blanket, with a very pale and haggard face.

When looking at Beatrice, there was a slight increase in tolerance for no apparent reason.

"Beatrice, are you okay? I heard about what happened outside the operating room, you were treated unfairly, I don't blame you."

Beatrice had long witnessed Madelynn's acting skills, but seeing this scene still found it extremely laughable.

"Madelynn, why are you blaming me? I did not push you, and you know it very well!" Her gray eyes turned icy cold with anger, accompanied by a cold smile, and her whole being felt frozen and shattered.

Madelynn choked up, with two lines of tears rolling down her face, disregarding Beatrice's rejection, she grabbed her hand.

Unbiasedly, it was firmly pressed onto her wound.

Make her unable to move.

"Beatrice, I know you had a crush on Mr. Caden, but we were about to get married. You can't continue to be so infatuated! I don't even blame you for causing me to have a miscarriage, what more do you want from me? I beg you, please let us go!" Saying that, she pressed down on Beatrice's wound and was about to get up..

Beatrice winced in pain and forcefully shook off Madelynn's hand.

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remote control.

jumped to

words on the screen, finally understanding Madelynn's intention. She turned her head and looked back, Madelynn, sitting in the wheekhair,

at the entrance, with

to have returned to her past

criticism and

whispers kept amplifying, tearing at her whole body, and the unbearable salty and

fingers turned white with tension, and her body couldn't

you've gone too

seen Madelynn and Brenton passionately making love, he would have really believed how much

how much

said, "Brend, I know Beatrid is indeed very likable, but I... I lost the

understanding that Madelynn was insinuating that

gaze once again

as she was on the verge of collapsing, a cold voice

"What were you doing?"

sound, everyone stepped back

into the ward, scanning the room, especially after Beatrice, his eyes becoming even

last ray of twilight outside the window fell precisely on his pitch-black suit, emitting a captivating radiance.

Caden came.

suddenly Madelynn turned her

into his arms.

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over to talk to her,

was nothing to say

spoke coldly and helped Madelynn sit back in

and leaned against Caden, saying, "Mr. Caden, don't be like this, after all, he is

no

strangers," Madelynn pretended to look at Beatrice with

suddenly

from another world drilled

for me and our

been outsiders."

becoming so red that they seemed about to bleed in the next second.

to

All of you go die!

a different person, gripping Brend tightly. "Kill. Caden! I hate him so much!" She lifted her gaze and met Caden's cold eyes, he looked at her as if she were a stranger. Three seconds later, he turned Madelynn's wheelchair without

a muffled groan, and collapsed as she

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