Chapter 78: Henry's Anger: Confronting Beatrice
Henry stepped into the grand entryway of his house.
It was exhausting, seeing his daughter in the arms of his biggest enemy.
He loosened his tie as his eyes swept the room, pausing briefly on Vanesa lounging on the sofa.
She looked up at him, a faint, smug grin on her lips.
There was something different about her face—something sharper in her features.
Henry's eyes lingered for a moment, noting the subtle change.
Her nose had a new, almost unfamiliar shape. It was slight but noticeable.
"Good evening, Daddy," Vanesa said, trying to appear as sweet as possible.
Henry didn't respond.
He gave a curt nod and continued walking, his mind already preoccupied as he made his way to his office.
In the office, he felt the safest. It was his escape zone.
The heavy door closed behind him with a satisfying click.
