Chapter 77: Beatrice's Secret Lover?
Beatrice came from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel as the faint sound of giggling caught her attention.
In the living room, Vanesa was sitting, curled on the couch with her phone in hand, scrolling through a news article about Callian Reed.
"Pathetic," Vanesa muttered between giggles, clearly enjoying the headlines.
Beatrice approached quietly, a rare softness crossed her face.
She leaned down, intending to kiss her daughter's forehead, but Vanesa shifted away just in time, pretending to adjust her position.
"What are you doing?" Vanesa asked.
"Nothing, I was just…never mind."
Beatrice straightened, cooling her experience as her eyes went on Vanesa's face.
Something about the slope of her nose caught her attention—a subtle change she hadn't noticed before.
After the incident with Eira, where her daughter had claimed Eira hit her, Vanesa's nose had started to reform.
