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 by you and never say he knows nothing! Haha!" Beatrice chuckled deeply.
"Jocelyn, I know how you killed my grandfather, my grandmother, and my mother! I know how you tempted Natasha Roy to silence her. I know it all!"
Beatrice looked at Jocelyn with a vindictive gaze and squinted, "The three of you can go into the prison and enjoy your love. You poor creatures live on my mother's grace in this life. In the next life, you'll still have to bow and yield! You'll still be despicable villains!"
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