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BEATRICE:

The woman that she was referring to was me, right? There was no way it was another else. I was the only one whom he hated so much to the point that she was willing to throw all the flowers and basket of fruits that my son had chosen.

I felt someone's hand on my shoulder. Glancing at my shoulder, I saw it was none other than Drake. His eyes were on my hands on the doorknob.

"Why haven't you entered?" he asked.

I heaved a long sigh and forced a smile. "I'm only waiting for the two of you," I lied. Because it was easier to tell a lie than to tell the truth, right? it was too painful right now.

"Let me open the door for you," he said, and was about to twist the handle when it opened and saw the bodyguard who had picked the flower and basket earlier. His eyes widened upon seeing me, but said nothing at all.

"Why did he bring the flowers again, Mommy? Aunt Christina doesn't like the flowers I picked for her?"

"I don't think she does not like it, Grayson. Maybe she's not feeling