Harold grabbed Beatrice and lifted her up, completely ignoring the bloodstains on her legs.
It was a normal cringe, but both men frowned at the same time.
Will was worried, but Harold thought she was being pretentious and there was a hint of displeasure in his expression.
He felt that Beatrice was extremely abnormal tonight. He glanced at the nervous man beside her and blurted out.
“Who is this man? I’ve never seen you like this before.”
It was just a simple sentence, but Beatrice was stunned on the spot after hearing it.
Of course, she understood what he meant, her face turned red and she retorted softly.
“Brother, I’m just here to be a tutor. Mr. Matthews and I are good friends, right?”
Will didn’t care about the conversation between the two people at all.
Looking at the blood stains on Beatrice’s legs, his brows frowned even more tightly. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket, bent down and blew on it while helping her treat the wound.
“Do you need my help? I can help you leave if necessary.”
Beatrice sniffed and a warm feeling flowed through her heart.
But she knew Harold’s personality. If she left now, not only would she have a hard time in the future, but it would also be very likely that Will would suffer.
So even though she knew that Harold’s words were meant to humiliate her, she naturally could not implicate Will at this time.
Beatrice gave him an apologetic smile. “I’m fine, thank you for the coat.”
Just as she put her hand on the suit jacket and was about to hand it back, she was held down by Will.
“Give it back to me next time.”
Beatrice did not insist any further, but just nodded and replied softly, “Okay.”
Harold might not have planned to let her go so easily tonight and after Will left, he sent Viola away.
He easily pulled off Beatrice’s suit jacket at the entrance of his house and punched the wall.
“The Dolton Family can’t afford to support you and can’t afford to buy you a coat, right? You’re going to wear someone else’s!”
“Beatrice, what is the third rule of the house? Recite it to me!”
Beatrice lowered her head and said in a good manner, “No dating during college.”
Harold’s face was filled with anger, but his low voice was still unhappy.
“What did you promise me at the beginning? What does it mean now? You made a mistake knowingly?”
He had never been so angry before and Beatrice was frightened and took a breath.