The Ex-Wife's Revenge: Rise of the Real Heiress.-Chapter 196: The father

"Where are we going?" Elara asked when Daniel stopped her from going to the airport, basically kidnapping her from his own men’s car and pulling her on his bike.

"Hold on tight," the man said, and Elara raised her brows, both excited and worried because he had just gotten out of the hospital.

She wrapped her hands around his torso nonetheless, and the man wore his helmet after helping her into one.

He revved the accelerator before starting and took her straight to the mountain, where he wanted to show her the beauty of the area they were living in, but, most importantly, because he was ready to let her go.

He checked her schedule, and she had a shoot the next day, which meant he could keep her for one more day guilt-free.

Elara closed her eyes, letting the cold wind hit her face as her hair waved in the direction of the wind.

She almost felt like she was some teenager who was running away from her parents with her boyfriend, and the thought alone made her chuckle before she placed her head on his back.

"Can you hear me?" Daniel asked.

"Hmm?" Elara asked, unable to hear him clearly.

"Can you hear me?" Daniel asked, more loudly this time.

"Yes!" Elara shouted back.

"I love you, Elara Frost! You are the love of my life. The only woman I’ll accept!" Daniel shouted at the top of his lungs, and Elara’s eyes widened when she saw the onlookers and the people in the vehicles passing by, laughing at them while cheering for the man.

Her cheeks turned red, and she hid her face on the man’s back, making him laugh harder.

He didn’t know he would feel so alive after coming out of such an accident. This wasn’t the first time he was attacked, but this was definitely the first time he was happy to be back and wanted to cherish his life even more.

He could die for Elara, but he wanted to live with her.

At the same time, back in the country, Beatrice walked to the nurse, who looked at her with a weird expression, almost caution, especially after the scene she created the last time she visited.

"I am sorry for my behaviour," Beatrice apologised before she handed out a gift hamper to the nurse.

"Are you bribing me?" The nurse asked, and Beatrice quickly shook her head.

"No. Not at all. I am just... Please accept this as my apology. I am married today in two hours. She is my mother. I am here to take her blessings, and then I’ll leave. No drama, I promise," Beatrice said.

The nurse looked at her serious and genuine expression before sighing.

"Don’t provoke her, please. She already has a mental illness. Every incident disrupts her treatment," The nurse said.

"I understand," Beatrice said before she walked inside the room.

"Fifteen minutes," the nurse warned her, and Beatrice sighed before nodding in understanding.

"Thank you so much," Beatrice said before she turned to her mother.

"Hey, Mom," Beatrice approached the woman on the bed cautiously, not wanting to provoke her in any way.

The woman averted her gaze to her before looking away immediately. Beatrice’s heart ached a bit; Whitney’s action almost looked like her rejection of her presence.

"You are angry at me, aren’t you? I do deserve that after the last time. But can you forgive me, please?" Beatrice grabbed her mother’s hand cautiously.

The woman looked at her before her gaze shifted to the snacks in Beatrice’s hand. She quickly snatched it and tore the wrappings, munching on it.

Beatrice smiled. Even though Whitney didn’t say it herself, this act almost felt like her forgiveness, and it was enough to make her happy.

"I know you don’t remember much from the past. Don’t worry. I won’t force you to remember it either. It’s just...I am here to take your blessings, Mom. You can’t come to my wedding, but please give me your blessings," Beatrice said.

She shuffled closer to the woman and placed her head in her lap.

Beatrice knew the risk of what she was doing. The woman might even end up smacking her head, pulling her hair, or worse, kicking her down.

But this was the only way she knew she could feel her mother’s warmth.

Though Andrew hated her because he found out about her fraud, there was nothing she couldn’t make right with the right persuasion. After all, the man loved her in the past and wanted to marry her.

It was a big day for her. And earlier, she didn’t know if she’d ever had anyone on her side, but now she knew she had a mother, a blood-related uncle, and that she belonged.

And it was more than enough to give her the courage to keep going.

Beatrice closed her eyes, accepting whatever her mother had to offer her when she pulled herself closer to the woman.

Whitney, busy eating, looked down at the girl who brought snacks for her and called her mother, in childish surprise.

Seeing the girl’s eyes closed, Whitney placed her hand down and caressed Beatrice’s hair, as a little girl does to her doll’s hair.

Beatrice’s eyes welled with tears when she realised what her mother was doing.

She didn’t reject me. No. She didn’t. She caressed my hair. My mom caressed my head. Beatrice froze for a few seconds before she pulled up and touched her head in utter shock.

She looked at the woman who wasn’t back to eating and swallowed hard.

"C-can I hug you?" She asked, and when the woman nodded, she hugged her mother close, promising herself she would give her a healthy, happy life no matter what.

"T-thank you. T-thank you. Mom. You have no idea how happy you have made me with this one gesture. Your daughter is getting married today. If only you knew what that meant," Beatrice said before she pulled away with a smile.

Heather, who had gone to the hospital to meet the same client, saw Beatrice exiting the ward when the elevator’s door opened on the seventh floor.

He arched his brows when he saw Beatrice there.

"What is she doing here?" Heather asked.

Timothy followed his gaze and looked at Beatrice talking to a nurse outside a ward.

"This floor is for the mentally challenged patients. Maybe she is here to meet someone just like you are, sir," Timothy said, but Heather shook his head.

The expression on Beatrice’s face didn’t look like the expression of someone worried about someone else.

It looked like worrying about your loved one.

"Look into it," Heather stepped out of the elevator and walked to the waiting room to avoid meeting her or making her suspicious.

"But, sir, what about our meeting?" Timothy asked Heather, and the man pursed his lips.

"This woman is marrying my son today. This is more important. What is she hiding?" Heather asked.

Timothy sighed, and once Beatrice walked away, he walked to the same nurse who had been talking to Beatrice.

"Miss, pardon my intrusion, but who was this lady who just left the meeting?" Timothy asked the nurse.

The nurse looked the man up and down before sighing.

"We can’t share a patient’s personal details, sir. You should leave," the nurse said.

Timothy pulled out his business card.

"It’s not for me, but for Mr. Heather Lloyd. You must’ve heard about him," Timothy said.

"Yes, sir. And I don’t care who you are. We can’t share—" the nurse couldn’t complete her sentence when Heather interrupted her.

"We are just asking about the patient’s details. We are not here to harm anyone. No one needs to know about this small transaction," Heather said before he pulled out his credit card and placed it on the chair beside them.

The nurse looked at the black card and pressed her lips into a thin line.

"It’s her mother. The woman inside the ward is the mother of the lady who left," The nurse said.

Heather nodded.

"If you don’t mind, can I have a look? Just a glimpse and nothing more. That lady is in a relationship with my son. You must’ve seen the news," Heather said.

The nurse looked at the ward’s door before nodding with a sigh.

"Okay. But you can’t enter. We can’t allow that," The nurse said.

"I won’t," Heather said and opened the door slightly.

As soon as his gaze met the person inside the ward, his eyes widened.

"Whitney?" Heather gasped.

The woman on the bed looked up at the mention of her name.

The moment her gaze landed on Heather, a shrill scream left her mouth, and the nurse quickly pushed the man away.

"Sir, what did you do?" The nurse rushed inside to calm Whitney, who threw the vase on the nightstand at the door, Heather barely dodging it. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Heather stumbled back in utter shock before looking at Timothy.

"I-it’s Whitney, Tim," He said.

Timothy also looked at his boss with wide eyes.

"Whitney? The same Whitney you had a one-night stand with, who got pregnant and came to you to take responsibility for the kid?" Timothy asked.

Heather loosened his tie, finding it hard to breathe.

If Whitney was Beatrice’s mother, it meant she was his daughter.

And she was marrying Andrew?

"We must stop this marriage!" Heather rushed out, heading straight to his car without even waiting for his secretary.