The Ex-Wife's Revenge: Rise of the Real Heiress.-Chapter 188: Revenge on Lloyds

Andrew looked at the girl before him at some distance, who stopped at an ice-cream parlor, and a smile appeared on his face when he saw her chuckling at the vendor who made some kind of joke.

He watched Elara eat the ice cream with so much joy that he even forgot he had ever brought such a smile to her face.

All he could remember was her waiting for him to come home so they could eat together. And all the times her smile faltered because he would say something off or come home after eating outside.

Andrew sighed with guilt as he kept following her to the park.

He pulled out his cotton mask and wore it to hide half of his face before sitting on the bench at a further distance.

He saw Elara sit in a swing as she played with the kids.

Andrew had no intention of following her, but with his heavy heart, he just wanted to meet her once.

When he saw her walking around aimlessly and just enjoying life, he couldn’t bear to take away that smile from her face by appearing before her.

The thought of how much toxicity he filled her life with was enough for him to hide and never appear before her, but what could he do with his heart that wanted to keep looking at her, more now that he knew he was going to marry someone completely different from what his heart wanted?

And the funny thing was that he brought this upon himself.

Andrew watched Elara enjoying herself before he took a deep breath, stood, and left the park.

Elara, who was done playing, looked up when she felt someone watching her, but when she didn’t find anyone, she shrugged and walked out of the park, ready to go to Justin’s place since he told her he found something on Beatrice that she should know.

The man could’ve just told her everything on the phone, just fine, but he surely wanted to trouble her.

At the same time, Beatrice reached her uncle’s office in a hurry to know the truth.

"Miss Beatrice, you can’t go inside. Sir is in a meeting," the secretary stopped her.

Beatrice, already enraged, pushed her away.

"Even I would like to see who dares to stop me today," Beatrice seethed through her teeth, and the secretary looked at her with mild fear.

Inside the room, Thames scrunched his brows when he heard the commotion outside and raised his hand to stop the executive from speaking.

"Sir, I’ll check—" his secretary stood, but Thames shook his head.

He stood and walked to the door before opening it.

"What’s going on here?" He asked, his gaze flickering between Beatrice and the secretary.

Beatrice turned to her uncle, tears welling in her eyes.

"That’s my mom!" Beatrice said with a raised voice, and the man immediately knew what this was going to be about.

He held Beatrice’s elbow and pulled her inside his office before drawing the blinds.

Thames turned to Beatrice to speak, but she beat him to it.

"How could you, uncle? How could you hide such a thing from me? You kept on telling me I was an orphan, but my mom was alive, and she is your sister! Is everything you told me so far just a lie?" Beatrice asked.

Thames walked to his desk before removing the lid from the glass of water.

He grabbed the glass and walked to her.

"Drink." His words didn’t appear like an offer but an order, and Beatrice swallowed hard before taking the glass and taking a sip of water.

"Feeling better?" He asked.

Beatrice nodded, and he motioned for her to sit.

Once she sat on the sofa, Thames placed the glass on the table and sat before her.

"What do you want to know?" He asked calmly.

"The truth, uncle. I want to know the truth," Beatrice said.

Thames sighed before he nodded.

"It’s true that your mother is my sister, which makes you a real Maiden. However, what I said wasn’t a lie either. I found you on the road because you ran away from the orphanage. My father, your grandfather, had sent you to the orphanage as soon as Whitney gave birth to you," Thames said.

He then told her about how she was sent to the orphanage right after she was born because Whitney lost her mind when the man she had the child with didn’t accept her.

Beatrice’s grandfather couldn’t take it and succumbed to a heart attack. Whitney was sent to the mental hospital while he was studying business abroad.

When Thames returned to the country and heard what happened, he immediately went to see Whitney, who was beyond recognition.

Then he learned about her and went to the orphanage, where the girl had run away just a few minutes ago.

It was probably Beatrice’s good luck that she ran at the same time he went to take her from the orphan, or she would’ve been taken by someone else.

Beatrice shuddered at the thought of bad people taking her away and pushing her into a cult of... Even the thought alone made her swallow hard.

"But why hide the truth from me?" Beatrice asked, tears streaking down her cheeks.

"Because I didn’t want you to soften and dedicate your life to taking care of your mother. I wanted you to take my revenge on Lloyds. There’s something they owe me, and you are my best shot.

They are the reason I was sent abroad, and this happened. If I had been here, I would’ve been able to protect everyone, but because of that fight with Heather where he forced my father to send me away..." Thames said.

Beatrice swallowed hard.

"And my father? Who is it? I want to know who that bastard is who turned my mother into this and destroyed our family," Beatrice asked.

"I don’t know who he is. Like I told you, by the time I came back, everything was already a mess. Dad died, and Whitney was in no situation to tell me the name," Thames said.

Beatrice took a deep, shaky breath before she wiped her tears.

"This revenge is not yours alone, uncle. This is mine too. I will do anything to make everyone who pushed our family into this situation pay tenfold. Heather shouldn’t have messed with you. Now their entire family will pay," Beatrice said.

After a few more words, she left the office, heading straight to Andrew’s house to get ready for the engagement.

As soon as she reached the house, she walked straight to her room and looked at her reflection.

Heather was a bad man. Because of him, her family was in this situation. And Andrew, the person she was in love with, didn’t deserve that kind of father, who always kept questioning his abilities.

That man was as good as dead. But she wouldn’t make a move now. It would only hinder her engagement with Andrew. She would wait and then make her move.

Beatrice nodded at her reflection before looking at the beige-colored gown on the bed and the accessories placed right beside it.

’Your downfall won’t wait for you for too long, Heather,’ Beatrice promised herself.