Eliza came out from the hospital with mixed emotions. She opened the door and got in. Beau was in the back seat having a video conference. Seeing her come in, he immediately stopped the meeting. "Owen told me." He raised his head and looked at Eliza. "Since we have the confirmation of the experts, we don't have to worry that Riley will tell others about you being hospitalized before." "But it's not good for you if those photos get released." He looked at her face seriously. "I just thought it over." "If you don't want to spread those photos, let's go to the police station now to withdraw the lawsuit and renounce the testimony." "Anyway, I will remember what Esme has done. Even if I don't put her in jail, I will have other ways to get her punished." Probably not expecting that he would say these, Eliza looked up and said, "You..." "I had a chat with Matthew while you were doing the test." "He owns an agency. In the entert
The car started. Eliza looked at the constantly changing scenery outside the car window, her brows furrowing. She turned to look at Beau's face. "Why are we going to a psychiatric hospital?" Beau kept her guessing, "You'll know when you get there." After that, he calmly raised his hand and rubbed her head. "I won't make it difficult for you." Eliza pursed her lips and nodded silently. Since he didn't want to tell her, she didn't continue asking. Perhaps he wanted to investigate her life in the psychiatric hospital back then, or perhaps he just wanted to go over and find out the details. Anyway, she believed that he would never do anything to hurt her. She absolutely trusted him. Thinking of this, Eliza looked out of the window and changed the topic silently. "The last time when I spoke to Matthew, he said that he has someone he likes." "Do you know about this?" Beau nodded and replied, "I know." "Why d
It only took Eliza five minutes to go through the script. The plot was simple but difficult. The most important thing was to show the resistance of a person being pressed on the bed, helpless and desperate. They were all emotional scenes and hard to play. But if she could put on a good show, the effect would turn out well. Eliza took a deep breath. After reading the script a few times, she brought herself into the role. She played a sad woman who was not ill but was forced to be injected with sedatives by the doctor in a psychiatric hospital. The filming was about to begin. She put on her hospital gown and lay on the bed with her hair in a mess. Mr. Long and the others were working on the equipment. In the distance. Noah frowned slightly as he watched the crew get ready. "Sir, is this really useful?" "Even if we can shoot the same scene as before, the time will not be right..." Beau elegantly took out a cigarette
Beau's hand that was holding Eliza suddenly stopped. He heard his own low voice begin to tremble, "What did you say?" "My child is still alive." Eliza lowered her voice. There were too many people present. There were directors, photographers, and a lot of crew staff. She couldn't tell this to Beau openly, so she could only whisper in his ear to tell him. But even so, in the eyes of outsiders, their behaviors were too intimate. Mr. Long carefully looked at Noah. "Mr. John, shouldn't you go and... remind Mr. Valentine?" Mr. Long knew that Beau had a special relationship with this actress. But after all, it was a public place. It was inappropriate for them to hug each other as if nobody was around. "Eliza is a public figure. If this is spread out..." Noah glanced indifferently at Mr. Long. "Then you better make sure it doesn't get out." Mr. Long, "..." "Turn off the cameras!" "No one is allowed to le
The night arrived as scheduled. When Eliza and Beau arrived at the Valentine family's villa, the entire house was decorated and illuminated. Although the wedding between Matthew and Roseane was no longer going on, tonight was a big day for the Valentine family. The butler and servants hung lanterns outside the villa. "Yes, yes, a little to the right." "The word 'happiness' here is not straight. Do you know how to work!" After the butler gave his orders, he turned around and saw Eliza and Beau getting off the car. He quickly welcomed them with a smile. "Mr. Valentine and Mrs. Valentine. You're here." Beau lightly nodded. "Are we late?" "Not at all!" The butler smiled solicitously. "Everyone has just arrived!" "But Old Mr. Valentine just asked me to urge you..." So were they still late? Eliza pursed her lips and held Beau's arm in an apologetic manner as they walked into the villa. Actually, Beau could av
As Xander spoke, the whole living room suddenly quieted down. The air was so quiet that even a needle could be heard clearly if it fell to the ground Kezia. This was a name that no one could casually bring up in front of Matthew. This was the most painful thing in Matthew's life that he never wanted to mention. All the dark and dull moments of his past were accompanied by Kezia from afar. After finding Kezia's contact information from the orphanage at the age of ten, he wrote her a letter every week and she would reply him every week. He told her all his worries. She read and replied seriously, and comforted him. She brought him out of the darkest days of his life. But he could not save her fragile life... At the thought of the name, Matthew's face turned deathly pale. After a long while, he raised his head and looked at Xander with gritted teeth. "There's no conflict between liking Kezia and not abandoning Resean."
Eliza and Xander escorted the Comtois family couple to the hotel together. Mariam was in poor health. When she was in the Valentine family, she had always been tough. She was weak as soon as she left the Valentine family, like a deflated rubber ball. Now that Roseane had become like that because of Eliza, Eliza felt that it was necessary for her to take good care of Mariam. So she kept serving Mariam tea and water in the hotel. "Mrs. Valentine, don't worry about it." Mariam leaned against the bed and gently touched her chest. "This is an inveterate disease. I'll be better after a rest." "You're a noble lady. Don't take care of me, or you'll lose your worth." Her words caused Eliza to pause slightly. After a while, Eliza sighed. "Auntie, don't say that." "Although I'm Beau's wife, I'm also Roseane's friend." "I should take care of you." When she mentioned Roseane, Mariam started coughing harder. "Get up." At t
Eliza looked at Xander's back as she felt empty in her heart. She knew that Xander's last sentence was the key point. However, he did not explain in detail what exactly did Kezia steal from Roseane. Eliza could only think of Matthew. Could it be that Kezia stole Matthew from Roseane? Was Roseane actually the one who was acquainted with Matthew when they were young? After a long while, Eliza sighed helplessly and raised her hand to knock her head. She must have read too many novels recently that made her confused. How could there be such a coincidence in this world? Even if Matthew was unable to distinguish the handwriting of the girl who had written the letter to him and the way she spoke, Roseane was not mute. She was a living person, and Matthew was her favorite person. Why didn't she just make it clear? It was definitely not like that. Eliza thought for a while and couldn't figure it out, so she simply got up an