The Coldest Man in the Room Melted Only for Me novel Chapter 312

Meanwhile, at a hospital in Riverport.

Beatrice groggily opened her eyes.

Pierce was sitting by her bed. "Mother."

Beatrice stared at him with hollow, empty eyes. "Why did you save me?"

Pierce's expression was laced with guilt. "It's my fault. I failed to consider your feelings. It won't happen again. I'll take proper care of you from now on."

Tears instantly pooled in Beatrice's eyes. "You don't blame me for hurting Riley anymore?"

Pierce sighed helplessly. "It's in the past. No matter what, you are still my mother."

Beatrice shook her head as tears streamed down her cheeks.

It could never be in the past.

When she closed her eyes, her mind was bombarded with the horrific images of that filthy beggar assaulting her. The memory played on an endless, torturous loop, pushing her to the brink of insanity. This was something she could never just 'get over.'

Watching his mother weep silently, Pierce recalled the doctor's grim words, and his chest tightened painfully.

A collapse of reality, absolute shock, humiliation, denial—a hurricane of emotions tore through him.

He pressed his lips together and finally forced the words out. "The doctor said there were signs of sexual intimacy on your body. What exactly happened?"

Beatrice's eyes widened in sheer terror. The color drained from her face, leaving it ash-gray. He knew? They all knew?

A suffocating wave of utter humiliation crashed over her.

She bolted upright in the bed and violently yanked the IV needle out of her hand, scrambling to get out of bed.

About twenty minutes later, Beatrice woke up again. As her mind cleared, her panic returned. She tried to get out of bed, but Pierce was ready and held her down. "This is a Landon family hospital. I've completely locked down the information. No one knows except the doctor and me. Not even Grandpa Arthur. You need to calm down."

Beatrice finally stopped struggling. She lay back against the pillows, her face completely lifeless, staring at the ceiling like a soulless husk.

"Did someone force you?" Pierce's chilling voice echoed in the quiet room.

Beatrice didn't say a word, but a steady stream of tears leaked from the corners of her eyes.

Suppressing his boiling impatience, Pierce frowned heavily. "I am your son. What do you have to hide from me? You have to tell me the truth so I can handle this."

Remembering the nightmare of that assault, Beatrice began to tremble uncontrollably. "It's meaningless. None of it matters anymore."

Seeing her absolute despair, Pierce was almost certain she had been forced. A murderous rage ignited in his chest. He gritted his teeth and demanded, "Who was it? Who has the nerve to lay a hand on you? Tell me, and I will destroy him!"