Beyond the Divorce

Beatrice exuded a chilling and arrogant aura. She coldly spoke with a compelling force to Gabriel's parents, "Get out of here immediately!" Jocelyn roared angrily, "How dare you! You little slut..."

She struggled to get up from the ground and rushed toward Beatrice. She pointed her finger at Beatrice's face and continued, "What kind of person do you think you are? How dare you drive away my guests? It's not your place..." Just as Jocelyn's finger was about to poke Beatrice's face, unexpectedly, Beatrice made a swift move again. I didn't see exactly what happened, but I heard a crisp 'crack,' followed by Jocelyn's scream...

I looked closely and saw that Jocelyn's finger, pointing at Beatrice, had bent abnormally backward from the back of her hand. It was broken.

Jocelyn held her hand and screamed in pain. She hysterically shouted, "Help..."

As expected, several servants stormed out of the kitchen, but they all stopped dead in their tracks upon seeing the formidable Beatrice standing in the center of the living room. They stared at her in terror, and none dared to move. Gabriel's parents looked at Beatrice, who exuded a terrifying aura, and then at Jocelyn's hand. Their eyes were filled with fear, but they still tried to show some authority, "...Beatrice, what's wrong with you...?" "Beatrice Chandler..."

"My name is Keller, not Chandler!" Beatrice coldly interrupted, her eyes full of disdain as she looked at the couple.

hand and showed it to everyone. Her hands, like chicken claws, waved in front

break my fingers, but I'm not allowed to fight back? Hmph! You're afraid of her, afraid of Bryon Chandler, but let me tell you something!

pained and took a step

did Beatrice suddenly turn her proud head. Despite her thin and fragile appearance, she exuded an imposing aura. "Call me Beatrice Keller. You are not worthy to address me with the

the psychiatric hospital, you became an enemy of me! You face the consequences of your own choices! Now, take your profit-seeking parents and disappear from my sight!" Beatrice raised her head,

grew pale from the pain. The brilliant crimson blood dripping from the corner

"...Beatrice! How could you...?"

you deserve to live here? Do you feel secure when you live here? Do you

dead! Helen Keller is also dead! But I, Beatrice Keller, am still alive! It was your mistake that you didn't kill me nine years ago! I made it clear to you that as