“What are you so proud of? You were kicked out for trying to climb onto Mr. Dolton Group bed. This kind of woman is born to be a lowly person.”
Even the sound of breathing could be heard in the emergency room and Beatrice’s whole body stiffened.
She hurriedly hung up the call, as if a stranger had spied on her secret and her face turned red.
She gasped and before she could sort out this frustrated mood, she saw urgent news broadcast on TV.
A rear-end collision occurred on the Ocean Bridge and the victim was Viola, Harold’s secretary.
Beatrice knew that Harold was protective of his shortcomings.
At that time, he held his secretary Viola’s hand tightly and said word by word that he would not let the hateful perpetrator go.
Viola also looked at her hero with a look of fascination.
Because he always appears when she needed him, protecting her without hesitation.
Even the reporters present couldn’t help but start to share the couple.
He looked at the tenderness in Viola’s eyes, which Beatrice was familiar with.
A long time ago, such preference was only for her.
When she was ten years old, her father was investigated and imprisoned for a project payment and owed billions of debts. At that time, the house was sued and sealed and her mother became insane due to mental breakdown. The Haynes Family, a noble family in Linkon, went bankrupt overnight and the debt collectors were eyeing her covetously and she was alone and almost died on the way to being hunted.
At that time, it was Harold who drove away the creditors with a stick and gave her a home and raised her for another ten years.
She only remembered that under the dim streetlights, Harold held her tightly in his arms and comforted her softly, “You are not alone. I will protect you in the future.”
He took off an exquisite whistle and put it around her neck.
“Blow it and I will be there at any time. Whatever you want.”
Many years later, Beatrice knew that this whistle was a relic of Harold’s deceased mother.
This whistle brought a tacit understanding between Beatrice and him.
Since then, she had become Harold’s favorite.
She was afraid that it would fly away if she held it in her hand and that it would melt if she held it in her mouth.
She knew that as long as she blew it, Harold would be there.
When he was twelve years old, he dragged his sick body to beat the gangsters who surrounded her with bad intentions to death.