Beyond the Divorce

Chapter 1327 What Is This?



Beatrice accepted the glass, tears welling in her eyes. She looked up at me, her voice trembling slightly. "Yes, I still have family," she whispered, nodding rapidly.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

After finishing the milk, she wiped her face with a shaky hand. "I'll go wash up and be right down."

Beatrice placed the cup on the table and stood up unsteadily. She walked toward her room, radiating a deep sense of loneliness.

I followed her and caught a glimpse of Finn approaching from the other end of the hallway. Together, the three of us entered Beatrice's room. She was curled up on the sofa, fast asleep. Dark circles rimmed her eyes, a testament to the emotional turmoil she must have endured.

Ivanna exchanged a knowing look with me. We both understood that Beatrice needed this rest. "Let her sleep," I murmured. "She needs a good night's rest."

Finn gently lifted Beatrice and carried her to bed, adjusting the thermostat before quietly leaving the room.

Once he left, Ivanna and I followed suit, leaving Beatrice to the solace of sleep.

Outside the room, Ivanna finally spoke, her voice laced with concern. "You gave her..."

"Yes," I confirmed softly. "I slipped a sleeping pill into her milk. She needs a reprieve from the pain. Losing a father, even one like hers, is incredibly difficult."

Everyone was waiting anxiously downstairs. Their worried faces reflected the gravity of the situation.

I rejoined them and offered a reassuring smile. "We should let Beatrice sleep for a while. She hasn't had a restful night in days. Now, she can finally find some peace."

Everyone understood what I meant.

Today had undoubtedly been the most challenging day of Beatrice's life. She had achieved her revenge, but at the cost of losing her father, a man she had been forced to confront and condemn.

They knew the emotional toll this must have taken on her, especially considering the final heartbreaking encounter she had chosen to avoid. Beatrice finally woke up around seven in the evening, disoriented from her long sleep.

"Why did I sleep for so long?" she asked groggily, rubbing her temples.

She knew everyone was waiting for her, so she quickly freshened up and changed into a light purple dress, the color symbolizing a fresh start. When she descended the stairs, she had a genuine smile on her face. It wasn't a forced gesture, but a true expression of relief and gratitude. She gathered everyone in the hall, requesting the dining table be moved to accommodate the larger group. Laughter and conversation filled the air, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere.

Looking around the room, her eyes filled with a mix of emotions. "It's been ten long years since we last saw each other," she began.

"It's a little overwhelming for me to

be reunited with all of you in my own home." She choked back a sob.

"Thank you. From the bottom of my heart, thank you all for your

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unwavering friendship and support."

Theo, who couldn't seem to hold back his own emotions, spoke up. "If anyone deserves thanks, it's Chloe. If she hadn't insisted on finding you, we would never have known you were in danger."

I chuckled lightly. "Actually, the real credit goes to Theo. He almost got himself thrown in jail by the Chandler family just trying to find you for me." Theo scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "Maybe I was a little reckless. I went right to her house to look for her, so it was natural for them to kick me out right away."

It was as if Beatrice had shed the burden of her past and emerged as a new person, Beatrice Keller. The cheerful, vibrant woman we had known from our college days seemed to be back, her laughter

ringing out once more. Content

A wave of relief washed over me as I watched her interact with everyone, her smile genuine and untroubled.

Finn discreetly beckoned me outside, and we stepped out onto the balcony.

"Are you alright?" I asked. I wasn't sure why he had called me out here.

"I'm good. Thanks, Mrs. Chloe. It's so good to have you all here to settle this for everyone. Otherwise..." he trailed off.

After taking a deep breath, he continued, "Beatrice's assistant gave this to me earlier in the evening. I think it would be best if you dealt with this."

He handed me a USB drive.

I didn't understand what he meant and asked, "What is this?"