Beatrice's heart felt like it was shattered into a million pieces as she looked at her brother's cold and indifferent expression. She had always thought that he would be there for her, but his words had betrayed her trust. She couldn't believe that he had compared her to that woman, the one who had caused her so much pain.
Her fists clenched tightly, and her nails dug into her palms as she struggled to contain her anger. But it was too much, and she couldn't hold back any longer.
With a sudden movement, she grabbed one of the teacups from the table and hurled it. She took one of the cups and spilled tea on his brother's face, and hot tea splattered all over him.
"All of the people in this house, I don't expect you to say that, Brother!" Beatrice's voice was low and domineering, her eyes blazing with fury. She then smashed the rest of the cups onto the ground, their fragile pieces shattering into shards.
