Chapter 398 After hanging out in the sticks for a couple of days, Agnes made her way back to the hustle and bustle of the city A new year was just around the comer The whole city was buzzing with festive vibes.
On Christmas Eve. Agnes had promised to spend the holiday with the Whitfield family.
Preston had asked Agnes to come home for dinner the day before Christmas Eve.
It was the first time Agnes had seen Beatrice since she had been sprung from the slammer.
Beatnceâs gaze held clear resentment when she looked at Agnes, even more pronounced than before. Though sheâd managed to keep her feelings in check, she didnât address Agnes and instead retreated to her room.
Dinner was palpably tense. Aside from some sporadic business chatter between Jared Whitfield and Preston, silence dominated the room. Agnes wouldâve preferred any fate over being there, if not for Prestonâs insistence.
Deep inside, Agnes recognized the fractured state of their household. Preston was trying to mend relationships, hoping that dinner would be an opportunity for Beatrice to apologize. Yet, Beatriceâs actions spoke louder than words, She purposefully spilled wine on Agnes, mockingly saying, âAgnes, Iâm sorry, Iâm just clumsy Hope you understand.â
Prestonâs patience snapped. Slamming his hand on the table, he exclaimed, âBeatrice, if not for Agnesâs grace, youâd be in jail now. How can you act this way? Donât you ever self-reflect?â
Beatrice pissed off, tossed the cutlery, âDad, if it wasnât for her, would I be doing time? My reputation is ruined, and I canât survive in showbiz, canât even go to school. Itâs all because of her. And you talk about her tolerance, does she have to put me six feet under to be considered ruthless?â
Agnes retorted coolly, âBeatrice, if weâre talking about being ruthless, Iâm no match for you. If you hadnât done those crazy things, how would you have ended up in this mess?â
Beatrice yelled out in anger, âAll of this is because you took everything from me, Agnes, you took everything from me, you ruined me, I have nothing now, Iâll never forgive you, I hate you, why donât you just drop dead?â
âSlapâ.
The room was filled with a sharp echoing noise as Laura slapped Beatrice Staring in shock, Beatrice managed, âMom, did you just slap me?â
Lauraâs voice was firm and laden with frustration. I hoped that might wake you up. You brought all of this on yourself, yet you dare to point fingers at your sister. it werenât for Agnes and her husbandâs generosity, you wouldnât even be here acting so entitled. Itâs disappointing to see you havenât changed. Go think about your actions, no dinner until you do.â
Beatrice was at a loss for words. But the disapproving looks from everyone around her made her retreat, shielding her face, heading upstairs.
Throughout the ordeal, Jared remained stoically impassive.
Laura, her guilt evident, sighed, âThis child is so lost. Iâll go talk to her. Please continue with your meal.â
She followed Beatrice upstairs, only to find the room in chaos. Breakable items lay shattered all around.
With a stern voice, Laura admonished, âHow foolish can you be? Didnât I make it clear? Stay calm and apologize to Agnes. What were you thinking downstairs? If you upset Jared again, the consequences could be dire. Hasnât your time behind bars taught you anything?â
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