The Sway and Slide of Love novel Chapter 387

Beatrice continued, "And all those other Freemans… Why am I supposed to accept Nathan's return? I stayed here all these years—threw away so much of my life—so Hendrix could inherit everything. Then, Ophelia decides Nathan should return, and suddenly, he's here.

"And I'm supposed to go along with it? Why? My future is ruined, my past erased, and Hendrix had his share in it. You want me to remember I'm his mother, but does he even remember what he's supposed to be to me?"

Her eyes burned red, her body shaking uncontrollably.

Noelle had always seen Beatrice as the image of refinement—graceful, composed, and distant. It was as if there was a barrier between Beatrice and the world, like a figure sealed inside a glass case—perfect in every way yet unreal.

But now, Noelle finally saw the truth—Beatrice wasn't immune to emotion, after all.

She walked across the jagged remains of her shattered glass case, closing the distance between her and Noelle. Blood marked her steps, and her face—contorted with anger—held a kind of tragic beauty.

Noelle could only watch, words failing her.

Just then, Hendrix, having likely heard the disturbance downstairs, appeared. He faltered at the sight of Beatrice but recovered quickly and strode forward.

Without hesitation, he pulled Noelle behind him, his frown deepening as his gaze settled on Beatrice.

Beatrice had been staring at Noelle the entire time. Only now did she slowly lift her head to meet Hendrix's gaze.

His eyes swept over the items scattered on the floor—a check and flight details. He gave a hollow smile.

"So, this is the gift you prepared for Noelle? How generous of you," he said.

"Of course," Beatrice said, her lips curling into a perfectly composed smile as if nothing had shaken her. "I know this is exactly what she wants."