The Ex-Wife's Revenge: Rise of the Real Heiress.-Chapter 183: Beatrice’s mother?

"God, I can’t believe you are not going to take any action against them," Justin said as Elara lay on her stomach with half of her back bare to Justin so he could remove the shards that pierced her skin through her top.

The man grimaced as he pulled out the shards while wiping the blood and applying ointment to her wounds.

Elara just lay there with her eyes closed for a few seconds.

"You are good to go," Justin said, pursing his lips at the sight of her back that was almost covered in ointment now.

Elara smiled before carefully standing and walking to the room.

She closed the door and stood before the mirror, analyzing the wounds on her hands and back, then sighed and put on her top.

"You know. It’s a good thing you are gay," Elara said once she stepped out of the room, and the man rolled his eyes at her comment.

"Yeah, I am sure it comes in handy. Ask me how good it is. People look at you as if you are sinning just by being alive. Even my cousin loathes me and considers me dead because he doesn’t want to get infected, as if I have some kind of disease," Justin said, and Elara thinned her lips.

She didn’t comment much, knowing it was a sensitive topic for the man, before she grabbed her phone and dialed a number.

The person, on the other hand, picked up, feigning surprise as if they didn’t expect to hear from her. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"That was a nice move. It’s a shame you hired some rookies for the job." Elara sat by the window in the apartment, watching the cars on the road.

The person on the other end remained silent for some time before she heard shuffling and heavy breathing.

"So you know it was from me," they said.

Elara chuckled, her eyes barely masking the dark thoughts running inside her head.

"It wasn’t a hard guess. No one wants me dead more than you right now," Elara said.

On the other hand, Beatrice smiled as she extended her left hand for the lady to continue massaging her with essential oils.

"In that case, you will be intelligent enough not to try to do anything to interrupt my engagement with Andrew. This was just a warning, I can try something fierce and dangerous," Beatrice said.

Elara looked at her hand that had a bandage wrapped around it and didn’t know what to say, not because she was tongue-tied but because she didn’t want to reveal her plans just yet.

"It’s funny of you to think I want to interrupt your engagement," She said after thinking for some time.

"You don’t?" Beatrice asked, a bit surprised by her words.

"Never crossed my mind. I truly wish you get engaged to Andrew. That bastard deserves someone like you. Let him experience what it means to pick trash after discarding a diamond," Elara mused, knowing all too well how much her words infuriate the woman.

"Are you calling me trash?" Beatrice asked, already seething.

"No. I just called myself a diamond," Elara grinned.

Beatrice clenched her jaw before she chuckled.

"Alright. I get it. You are saying those words just to make yourself feel better. After all, the man you once loved is now going to be mine. The man you tried so hard to sleep with will make love to me every night," Beatrice said coyly.

Elara’s smile faltered a bit at her words, a flashback of how Andrew had slept with her after returning from a party because he thought that was precisely what she wanted from him, and how she ended up losing her baby.

She leaned her head on the window glass before closing her eyes.

"Is that so?" She asked.

"You don’t believe me?" Beatrice asked, gritting out.

Elara shook her head, then remembered the girl couldn’t see her.

"Na... I honestly hope that becomes your reality. Let that man make love to you every night," Elara said.

Beatrice paused.

She didn’t know why, but even when Elara was just repeating the words she said, they sounded more like mockery, like something she was cursing her with, and for some reason, it didn’t sit well with Beatrice.

Elara had always been one step ahead of her whenever she wanted to counter her. What could be the reason she was talking like that?

Was it because she really gave up on Andrew, or was she just trying to get under her skin? Beatrice wondered before she ended the call with an annoyed huff.

Elara looked at the end call and took a long breath.

"Time to work, Justin. She made the wrong move by trying to attack one of mine. It wasn’t alright even if I was the only one in the car, but she risked Antonio’s life too. I won’t let this slide," Elara said before she sat behind the computer.

Justin, who was making some fresh juice for her, suppressed the urge to roll his eyes.

What was the need for such heavy words? He knew from the very beginning that she wouldn’t let this slide easily.

Elara looked at Justin, who wasn’t moving his ass yet, and she supported her face with her hand, looking at him.

"What kind of gay stuff do you do when you are not working for me?" She asked.

Justin rolled his eyes at her.

"I am coming, woman. Stop irritating me." He placed the glass of juice on her table before he started working again, and Elara chuckled before she turned into her work mode.

At the same time, Beatrice kept thinking about what Elara said and how confident she was about everything.

No matter how hard she tried to ignore the feeling in her heart, the fact that Elara said she wanted the marriage to happen wasn’t settling well with her, and the paranoia wasn’t letting her sit straight.

Not having anyone to share her thoughts with, she sighed and angrily placed the phone on the table.

She was about to turn around to let the lady massage her back when her phone vibrated.

She quickly picked up the phone, thinking it was Elara who wanted to say something to her or was probably going to become angry, but when she looked at the caller ID and saw her uncle’s name, she pursed her lips.

"You can wait outside," she said to the woman, who nodded and gave the lady the privacy she wanted.

"Yes, Uncle," Beatrice asked, hoping the man didn’t call with some kind of bad news.

"I need you to do something. Since the Paradise project is officially with Lloyd’s, I want you to steal the project’s blueprints. This way we can prove to the government that the project isn’t safe with them when they’ll have the meeting tomorrow," Thames said.

Beatrice froze as soon as she heard those words.

"Uncle, I am about to get married to Andrew in three days. How can I—?" Beatrice started to speak, but before she could end her sentence, the man interrupted her.

"And? What does it have to do with the fact that you are and will always be working for me? Don’t forget who brought you here. You were nothing, eating trash from the dustbin and whatnot. It was I who brought you into the Maiden household, gave you a name that allowed you to be even close to him," Thames gritted out from the side.

Beatrice’s expression turned ugly when she heard his words, and her fists clenched on her dress.

The same thing.

It was the same thing the man was used to telling him every time she tried to reason why she couldn’t do his work.

This marriage with Andrew would also bring her out of this hellhole. Or that was what she was hoping.

After all, once she was married to him, the man wouldn’t have anything to hold against her.

Right now, if he opened his mouth to the family about her background, everything would go in vain.

Her years of obsession with Andrew, her love for the man, and the lady of the Lloyd family’s position would go down the drain.

The more she thought about it, the more hatred she felt towards her uncle.

The man on the other side, however, sighed.

"Look, Beatrice, I know you have been working really hard for me. And I feel bad when I talk like that, too. But you leave me with no other choice. Okay. Fine. Let’s make a deal," Thames said.

Beatrice furrowed her brows.

"What kind of deal?" She asked.

"I know even though you got almost everything in this household, you still yearn to know who your true parents were," The man said.

Beatrice was about to open her mouth to tell him she had no such wish when the man beat her to it.

"To be honest, your mother didn’t leave you to fend for yourself. She is actually admitted to a mental hospital. If you want, I can arrange a meeting for you," Thames said.

Beatrice froze in her place. Her mother was still alive?

All this time, Thames told her that she had run from an orphanage as a kid because the doors were open when she was only two.

"H-how—" Beatrice opened her mouth before she took a deep breath.

"Okay. I’ll do it," She said.