Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom novel Chapter 1139

Beatrice lowered her head, looking a little sad. Lauren, who was beside her, immediately stepped forward to protect her and console her softly.

Beatrice bravely lifted her head, faced the camera with tearful eyes and said, "I’m normal! I have always been normal! I was sent to the psychiatric hospital because I..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Bryon immediately interrupted her. "Don't be stubborn, Beatrice. I’m your father. Have you forgotten how much I loved and cared for you when you were little? You were the princess of the Chandler family. I..."

"The princess of the Chandler family? Are you sure? Are you worthy of saying you love me? Haha... What do you mean, love? Is this how you love me, Bryon Chandler...?"

At that moment, a doctor came out of the emergency room, pushing a wheelchair. Beatrice walked over and abruptly removed the blanket covering the figure in the wheelchair.

It revealed a lifelike mannequin with a dagger inserted into its chest.

A collective gasp echoed through the room.

Beatrice smiled at Bryon and said, "I always tried to remember that you’re still my biological father, no matter how you treat me. But you think I’m just an obstacle in your life. When you've cleared all those obstacles, you’ll realize that there's no longer hope for a life ahead of you."

A hint of panic flashed in Bryon's eyes, but it quickly turned into a cold expression. "Beatrice, you don’t understand. This has nothing to do with me. I’m still your loving father. Come home with me. Let's talk about it. You need to take responsibility for what you said! Listen to me, Beatrice."

Beatrice was pale, but determined and indifferent. "Go home? Do I still have a home? You might have been able to forget every word from that night nine years ago, but I can't! You want me to go back with you? Are you sure I’ll be able to survive that?"

She looked at Mr. Nathan. "I have evidence that Bryon Chandler, Jocelyn Marrow, and Hazelyn Chandler were involved in murder!"

"Beatrice..." Bryon said in despair. "I am your father!"

Beatrice glared at Bryon and shouted, "You don’t deserve to be my father!"

"Why, you..."

Beatrice glanced at Bryon disdainfully. He was raging, his eyes red. "You can wait for the legal summons!"