Chapter 49: My Poor Daughter
Beatrice paced back and forth across her room, her fingers tugged anxiously at her nails.
She couldn't sit still, in her mind, she was racing with so many things.
She glanced at the clock, then at the door.
Just then, her maid entered quietly. "Madam, someone's waiting for you outside."
Beatrice's head snapped up. "Where?"
"By the garden," the maid replied.
Without another word, Beatrice hurried past her, slipping through the back door and moving quickly through the garden.
She saw the man standing near a sleek, black car, he was watching her approach.
From an upstairs window, Henry glanced out, noticing her rushing toward the car.
His eyes narrowed slightly as he saw her slip inside, but with his lawyers waiting, he let it go.
They were discussing a lawsuit against Eira for defamation. It was all he could think about at the moment.
