Second Chance: Marrying into Wealth Chapter 227

Beatrice was determined to get what she wanted fast, and her actions were typical of a lawyer—decisive and efficient. She actually waved the manager over.

She knew exactly how to target Ophelia and could handle her directly.

She called the manager, glanced at the coffee stain on her clothes, and I figured out her plan. She probably wanted to make Ophelia pay for the stain, forcing her to stay quiet.

Even though I didn't like Ophelia before, she helped me today, so I decided to return the favor.

I picked up my coffee, pretending to drink it, but my hand "accidentally" shook, spilling half of it on Beatrice. I drank the other half because I loved coffee and it would be a shame to waste it all.

Beatrice didn't see that coming, and her face darkened.

But she was good at keeping her cool. For the sake of her goal, she actually held it together.

I even added, "Oops, my bad! Hand slipped!"

She couldn't call the cops over this, and if she wanted compensation for her clothes, I could easily cover the cleaning cost. I had the money and time to deal with her.

"Ms. Turner, you and Lawrence were in love once. Even if things have come to this, there's no need to be so ruthless, ignoring his last request. Isn't that a bit too heartless?"

I couldn't help but stare at Beatrice's face. When she mentioned Lawrence, there seemed to be a hint of regret in her expression.

"Beatrice, let me make one thing clear. Lawrence and I were never in love. To be precise, he never loved me. From the beginning, he approached me with ulterior motives, hurt my parents, and schemed for my family's assets. You're not a saint, so why say such things?"

I continued, "You remind me of someone—Lawrence's assistant, Stella, a recent college grad. She was fooled by Lawrence's sweet talk and lost her life, causing her brother to lose his job."

"Lawrence is very good at reading and manipulating people. Did he tell you anything besides his case? Did he say he loved me deeply, that he tolerated my whims, and that he went astray because of his pride, feeling that my father looked down on him, and I looked down on him too?"

Beatrice's face changed several times as she listened to me.

I knew I was right. Lawrence hadn't changed, and Beatrice wasn't as strong-willed as she thought, easily deceived by him.

"He did mention some things outside the case, but not much. I can make my own judgments. You have a bias against him now, so you think nothing he says or does is good," Beatrice tried to argue.

I didn't want to waste words with her.

Finally, I said, "Anyway, I won't see him. You can tell him that if he does bad things, his mother won't have a good end either!"

"How can you be so vicious?" Beatrice couldn't help but scold.

I sneered, "Go through what I did, then talk to me about kindness!"

Seeing my resolve, Beatrice stood up, "Looks like I wasted my time coming here today!"

She quickly left.

At some point, Ophelia reappeared, seemingly having heard everything. She must have been eavesdropping from the table behind me.

"Finally, you showed some backbone!" Ophelia commented.

I looked at her face, still youthful and pretty despite her work uniform.

She seemed uneasy under my gaze, then avoided my eyes and said, "Don't look at me like that. I'm not being kind. I just don't like owing people. Consider it repaying you for that meal last time."

"Alright," I nodded.

Ophelia seemed dissatisfied with my reaction, "I'm serious!"

"Yes, we're even. Goodbye," I waved dismissively. Ophelia stomped her foot in frustration and left.

Mentioning Lawrence had stirred up a fire inside me, and I unknowingly finished my coffee.

But then, I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. Damn, my period had started. I'd been so busy lately that I hadn't kept track of my cycle.

I hurriedly left, hoping to get to my office where I kept spare pads.

But as luck would have it, I had forgotten to restock them.

I searched my desk frantically but found nothing.

As I stood up to go buy some, a wave of pain and dizziness hit me, and I started to fall backward.

A strong arm caught me just in time.

Otherwise, I might have fainted and caused a scene. If people found out I was on my period, the whole office would know.

"What's wrong?" Christopher asked, frowning with concern.

I forced a smile, "I'm fine, thank you, Mr. Collins."

Christopher tried to lift me, "You're as pale as a sheet. I'm taking you to the hospital!"

It was lunchtime, and colleagues would soon return. If Christopher carried me downstairs, I'd be the talk of the office.

I struggled, "Mr. Collins, really, I'm fine. Please put me down."

The more I moved, the more it hurt. I felt a rush in my lower abdomen and feared Christopher might notice.

Tears welled up in my eyes.

Christopher misunderstood and prepared to carry me downstairs.

I had no choice but to tell the truth, "Mr. Collins, it's my period... I don't need a hospital."

Christopher looked momentarily embarrassed but quickly recovered, "Even so, you're in pain. Are you sure you don't need to see a doctor? Or is there something else I can do?"

"No, but could you buy me some pads?"

I realized too late what I'd asked and wanted to slap myself. "Never mind, I'll manage."

Christopher didn't say anything, just helped me sit down, "Rest here for a bit." Then he left.

I planned to rest a bit, then go buy pads myself or order them. But Christopher returned with a cup of hot water.

I was touched and a bit embarrassed, but the warmth helped.

Just as I felt ready to go buy pads, Christopher handed me a bag.

He even explained, "I wasn't sure what brand you preferred, so I got a few the staff recommended."