My Ex-Wife and Kids Came In Like A Wrecking Ball novel Chapter 1942

Chapter 1942 Out Of Line To Place Blame

"Rosie, I really don't know what to do. I need your advice." Mary could not figure out what to do, so she called her best friend.

Mary had a whole set of theories and principles related to relationship matters. However, when she was the one going through the experience, her mind turned blank and she could not do anything.

Rosalie probably could empathize with Mary after listening to her story.

She thought for a while and comforted her, saying, "Mae, Andrius has never confirmed his relationship with Beatrice. Even if Beatrice is interested in Andrius, she's nothing more than a competitor. You're amazing. What are you afraid of? Just be generous. Beatrice is a patient now. You should treat her accordingly."

These words made Mary feel relieved.

Thus, she prepared to go to bed 37 to check on Beatrice's injury.

This was a twin-sharing ward. The patient in bed 38 was discharged from the hospital in the morning. Beatrice was alone since there were no new patients admitted.

At this time, Andrius was checking in on Beatrice in the ward.

With a smile, Beatrice requested coquettishly, "Mr. Quirke, can you peel an apple for me?"

"Oh, sure. No problem!" Andrius' reaction was a little slow.

In Beatrice's eyes, that was very adorable.

While Andrius was still peeling an apple, Alistair suddenly appeared outside the ward.

He had a phone call with his sister in the morning as well. Only then did he know that his sister was in a car accident after getting off the plane yesterday. Thus, he immediately booked a ticket and flew back to Coast City.

Alistair's expression darkened immediately when he saw the man beside his sister. He glanced at Andrius coldly.

It was an instant recognition.

"Andrius?

He muttered, "So, the friend Beatrice mentioned turned out to be you! It was you who drove carelessly and caused such a serious car accident!"

Before Andrius came back to his senses, Alistair stepped in front of him. A wave of imposing coercion was visibly felt.

"You are..." Andrius might not know Beatrice's identity even now.