Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride-Chapter 1057 - 1053: Surface-Level Glamour

Henry Hargrave glanced at his wife beside him and said blandly, "Stop crying, let’s eat first. Tomorrow let Hannah arrange for her to take on more assignments so she won’t have time to come back."

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Upstairs, Beatrice Hargrave curled up on her bed, resting her chin on her knees, her eyes still red.

She knew that Josephine Hawthorne had always disliked her, treating her worse than the maids in the house. She really didn’t want to live in this home, but given her current situation, where else could she go?

With a drawn face, Beatrice gazed ahead, troubled.

Once, she resented Nicholas Croft for ignoring her when she needed help the most. But now, she was a bit remorseful. If she hadn’t gone to the nightclub to drown her sorrows back then, perhaps she wouldn’t be dependent on others now.

Feeling wronged, a murmur unknowingly escaped, "Uncle..."

With pursed lips, tears fell uncontrollably.

Before sleeping, Beatrice spoke with Nicholas Croft, briefly recounting the conversation with her father, omitting the part about being scolded.

Knowing what Beatrice was worried about, Nicholas Croft promised over the phone, "...Don’t worry, I’ll talk to Mr. Hargrave as you said."

"Oh, thank you, Uncle Croft," Beatrice said politely, though she had cursed Nicholas numerous times in her heart. A bad man, he was the one who tricked her, and now he was helping her cover up the lie.

"No need, it’s my duty," Nicholas Croft’s voice was calm over the phone, though the corners of his lips had unconsciously lifted. Before hanging up, he asked, "Beatrice, do you really want to act?"

Beatrice hesitated for a moment, then said, "Yes, I do." If she could act, she could leave this house. Once she had enough money, she could buy a place of her own and no longer have to endure the cold stares of Josephine and her daughter.

"Alright, I’ll help you contact the director." Nicholas Croft promised decisively, as he was handling some private matters and was eager to hang up, "Beatrice, do you need anything else? If not, Uncle is going to end the call now,"

"Wait!" Beatrice said urgently. On the other end, just as Nicholas was about to hang up, he heard her urgent voice and placed the phone back to his ear.

He gestured to his assistant and took a few steps forward, asking gently, "What’s wrong?"

"Oh, nothing," Beatrice said as she scratched her forehead, actually having nothing important, just wanting to hear his voice a bit more, "Uncle Croft, what are you doing now?"

Nicholas glanced back at his assistant and the singer, saying, "Handling some personal matters."

"Oh, then go ahead, I won’t disturb you," Beatrice said a bit disappointed, and after saying goodbye, she hung up the phone, lying on the bed staring at the already disconnected cell phone, not even interested in her favorite game.

In a fight with her father, she hadn’t eaten dinner and didn’t go downstairs for breakfast in the morning either. Only after hearing her father and Hannah leave for work and Josephine going out to play cards with friends did Beatrice come out of her room. The maid reheated the meal for her, and she sat alone at the dining table, slowly eating breakfast.

After breakfast, with the chauffeur and bodyguard seeing her off, she went to study with her teacher.

Sitting in the car, watching the scenery outside speed past, Beatrice mockingly curled her lips. The luxury car she was in caught the eyes of passersby, filled with obvious envy. Seeing such a scene, the sarcasm on Beatrice’s lips grew stronger. Outsiders only saw her superficial glamor as the second daughter of the Hargrave Family, but who knew her status within that family, even less than a maid.