Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride-Chapter 1071 - 1067

"Josephine!" Henry Hargrave scolded unhappily, "Can’t you be a bit more considerate when you speak? No matter how flawed Beatrice is, she’s still my daughter, carrying half of my blood."

"Humph!" Josephine Hawthorne sneered coldly, crossed her arms, and turned her face to the side, mocking, "What half your blood, at the end of the day, you still haven’t forgotten that wench!"

"What nonsense are you spouting!" Henry Hargrave slapped the armrest of the sofa in rage. Josephine didn’t back down either, turned her face back towards him and leaned in, squinting her eyes as she retorted,

"Nonsense? Henry, if that wench had given you a son back then, would you dare say you wouldn’t have legitimized her? It’s a pity, heaven had eyes, and so that wench gave birth to a daughter too. That’s why I managed to maintain our status as mother and daughter. Henry, you can’t deny it, after all these years as a couple, I know your intentions crystal clear!"

"You’re just unreasonable!" Furious, Henry Hargrave threw down these words, got up, and walked towards the stairs. Watching her husband’s figure, Josephine gritted her teeth and muttered to herself, "As long as I, Josephine Hawthorne, have a breath left in me, I’ll never let that little wench have an easy time!"

...

Beatrice Hargrave lay on her bed with her arm as a pillow, looking dejected. Earlier this morning, Uncle Nicholas said he would marry her, but now he’s gone without a word.

With a deep sigh, Beatrice lamented, men, they’re all so fickle.

As she was feeling down, her phone beside the soft pillow beeped, indicating a WeChat notification.

She withdrew her arm and grabbed her phone, seeing the message on the touchscreen made her pout instinctively and smile.

Nicholas Croft had sent her a message, a few short words that expressed her feelings.

...Feeling down?

Beatrice lay on the bed, using both hands to reply with one word.

...Yes,

The message had just been sent, and another one came from his side.

...Silly girl, Uncle is doing this to protect you,

Upon seeing this text, the knot in Beatrice’s heart completely unraveled. No wonder Uncle Nicholas left without saying goodbye; it was intentional.

Her fingers tapped out one word,

...Oh,

At this moment, by the roadside outside the gate of the villa, inside the driver’s seat, Nicholas Croft looked at the touchscreen with that one word popping up. Even though he couldn’t see her, he could imagine Beatrice’s expression at this moment, definitely biting her lip, clearly happy yet trying hard to hold back.

Shaking his head with a sigh, Nicholas Croft composed another message to send back,

...Rest well, work starts tomorrow, it’ll be exhausting,

She replied with one word too.

...Okay,

Putting away the phone, starting the engine, Nicholas Croft sighed once more.

Beatrice’s personality is entirely opposite to Sophie Foster’s; one is shy, the other is passionate. If he had to choose between the two girls, honestly, he’s quite torn. He likes Sophie’s enthusiasm; her happiness and sadness are all written on her face, and she relies on him a lot, but—

Once lost, it’s lost, and he can never get her back.

When Hannah Hargrave returned from work, she didn’t bother Beatrice anymore, as Beatrice never gave her the chance, staying in her room the entire time, only coming down for dinner, and then returning to her room afterward, locking the door.

It’s not that she’s afraid of Hannah; she simply doesn’t want to stir up trouble for herself.

The next day, Beatrice Hargrave went into the recording studio while Nicholas Croft was busy with other matters.