Beatrice's tone carried a chilling and creepy aura.

"You're talking nonsense! Helen Keller stole my lover and pretended to be benevolent. Byron loves me!"

Suddenly, Beatrice burst into sinister laughter. Especially with her hoarse voice, this laughter sent shivers down the spine.

"...He loves you? He loves money! Otherwise, why would he marry my mom? Byron Chandler could scheme against his daughter. What can't he do? Just wait and see how he 'loves' you!

"If he truly loves you, he will stand