When Love Turns to Ashes (Beatrice and Caden) novel Chapter 216

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The little girl was a bit puzzled, but her mother still pulled her over. 

“Don’t call them old.” 

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“Uncle Caden is not old either, so his wife must not be old either,” the little girl innocently said. 

Beatrice had thin skin and she forcefully broke free from Caden’s hand, awkwardly smiling. 

The little girl’s mother looked around, understanding everything but not revealing it. She smiled and said, “My husband and I opened a snack shop in the university town. You can come and visit when you have free time.” 

“Okay.” 

Beatrice felt that she was not wrong, they did get along very well. 

Watching the family of three leave, Beatrice pursed her lips, feeling a sense of dust settling but not completely settling. 

If so many things happened in her past life that she didn’t know about, then who should she seek revenge on for her and Stella’s ending? 

With that in mind, Beatrice turned her head to look at Caden. 

“Where were Uncle Caden, Madelynn, and Brenton?” 

“Hospital, Madelynn disfigured and broke her leg, Brenton in a vegetative state. Brenton also got fired because he imitated the signatures of patients‘ family members and prescribed a lot of prescription drugs.” Caden said. 

“Imitation? Then… has he imitated your name before?” 

“How did 

you know that he had imitated 

my 

name?” 

Caden furrowed his brow, his eyes filled with scrutiny. 

Beatrice maintained a calm expression on her face, but her hands tightened behind her back. “I guessed it, didn’t I? He used to dress up as Brend before, and Brend is your personal doctor.” 

Caden coldly replied, “He searched through his drawer and found two practice books imitating my signature, but it seems like he hasn’t put them to use yet. Maybe he’s planning something, after all, he mentioned wanting me to take care of his child for him.” 

Upon hearing, Beatrice stood frozen in place. 

It seems that she guessed correctly, just as she thought. 

In her previous life, the person who signed the surgical consent form and death certificate was Brenton. 

Why did Stella fall into their hands? 

Beatrice was thinking when a shadow was cast in front of her. 

The fallen leaves in the courtyard rustled with the wind, and before she even looked up, she the scarf around the man’s neck. 

and a hole that had been torn open. 

Her heart felt like it had been bumped by something. 

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In her previous life, Caden never wore that scarf again, perhaps because he was afraid that she would see it and remember that unbearable memory. 

Complex emotions lingered in her heart, and although she tried hard to restrain herself, her hands still moved a step faster. 

She buttoned up the hole and muttered, “It’s all fuzzy.” 

Caden grabbed her wrist and asked, “What do you mean by this?” 

Beatrice was taken aback, only to realize that her gesture was too intimate. 

She blurted out in a hurry, “Uncle Caden, I saw that your scarf was torn, so I can… buy you a new 

one.” 

She immediately emphasized the word “buy“. 

Caden, however, selectively chose to listen only to what he wanted to hear, and he lowered his head, saying, “Can you knit?” 

“I couldn’t.” 

“Who have you knitted for?” 

In the midst of the negotiation, Beatrice glared at him directly. 

His gaze came oppressively, just a quick glance and 

and he 

he had 

the answer. 

“You have woven for me. Why haven’t you given it to me?” 

Beatrice averted her gaze nervously. 

Sometimes being too smart can be really scary. 

He really hit the nail on the head! 

During college, there was a period of time when knitting scarves was particularly popular 

Beatrice also learned how to buy thread from others, stumbled and weaved a scarf, intending to give it to Caden. 

But on the day she was supposed to give it, Caden announced that he was with Madelynn. 

The scarf was handed over to Monica by her. 

Now, at this moment… 

“Caden, it’s so cold today, why are you and Beatrice standing here?” 

Ryan spoke as he raised his hand to tidy up the slightly worn scarf around his neck. 

Beatrice glanced subconsciously at the one she had knitted. 

Caden stared intently at Ryan’s scarf, which had originally been meant for him. 

Ryan absentmindedly touched the scarf and said, “The Love brand is incomparable to the ones outside.” 

Caden’s face 

grew darker. 

Beatrice awkwardly smiled, and Ryan always thought it was knitted by Monica, so she didn’t spill 

the beans. 

She was about to change the subject when suddenly a maid covered in blood rushed out. 

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“Mr. Ryan, Mr. Caden, and Mrs. Jessie Baldwin suddenly vomited a lot of blood.” 

“Tell the driver to bring the car over,” Caden instructed, then turned to look at Beatrice, “Give it to me in a week.” 

After saying that, he walked quickly towards the backyard. 

Beatrice was taken aback, who agreed? 

She wanted to go up, but Ryan stopped her. 

“Beatrice, don’t go, Jessie’s not in a good state of mind, don’t take it out on yourself. Go find your mom.” 

“Okay,” 

Beatrice agreed with him. After going through such an experience, it was indeed inconvenient for her to get involved in the affairs of the main house. 

After watching the two of them leave, she went back to the backyard to find Monica. 

I pushed the door open and entered, but I didn’t hear Monica’s loud voice. 

I didn’t see Monica sitting by the window lost in thought until I went upstairs. 

“Mom, what happened to you?” 

Monica was taken aback and blinked her eyes, “Nothing, nothing at all. Where is Ryan?” 

“Mrs. Jessie Baldwin was coughing up blood 

was coughing up blood and her condition was not good.” 

Beatrice spoke honestly, with no fluctuation in her mood. 

To my surprise, Monica actually sighed. 

“Ah, retribution, it’s all retribution.” 

Beatrice felt something was wrong and walked up to her. Only then did she realize that her eyes 

were red. 

“Mom, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” 

“No,” Monica immediately denied, but her hand instinctively went to wipe away the tears. 

Beatrice stared at her intently. 

Monica knew she couldn’t hide it any longer and forced a bitter smile, “Seeing them, mother and son, like this, reminded me of… my child.” 

Beatrice was taken aback and it took her a while to come to her senses. 

“Mom, what child?”