Second Chance: Marrying into Wealth Chapter 231

"No, no, you've got it all wrong. I'm not here to cause trouble this time!" Beatrice quickly waved her hands, looking desperate. She knew if she didn't clear things up fast, I wouldn't even bother listening.

I smirked, "Oh, so you do realize that what you did before was just causing me trouble."

Beatrice choked on her words, then forced a bitter smile. "I just wanted to make sure you had no regrets. The past is the past, and there's no need for you to be stuck in it."

"Spare me the noble talk. All I know is that the things you made me do were a pain, and they weren't for my own good!" I almost laughed out of anger at Beatrice's self-righteousness.

"Just tell me, what do you want this time?" I asked, holding back the urge to walk away.

"Ms. Morgan and her family have moved into my house, and now I barely have a place to stay," Beatrice said, her already thin face wrinkling up even more.

Karma sure worked fast. I couldn't muster any sympathy. "What? She's just living in your house and hasn't even hurt you, and you can't handle it? How did you have the nerve to ask me to forgive her back then?"

Beatrice looked a bit embarrassed.

I couldn't understand how Lawrence could make a lawyer so devoted to him in such a short time, even when facing the death penalty.

"Aren't you a lawyer? Solving this kind of problem shouldn't be hard for you. The house is yours; it should be easy to kick them out," I scoffed.

Beatrice opened her mouth, "Ms. Morgan is in pain every time she has an episode. I can't just throw her out; after all, Lawrence entrusted her to me before he died."

"If you're so kind-hearted and willing to let them stay, then just take care of them. I don't get why you're coming to me," I said, looking at her suspiciously.

"But she's causing trouble in the neighborhood, spreading rumors, and making families unhappy. As the homeowner, I have to compensate. She and her family have no money, but they won't leave the house. I don't have much savings left after buying the house, and now I have to support them and pay for the damages. I really can't handle it!" Beatrice said, increasingly regretful.

I wasn't surprised at all. Someone like Missy, selfish and self-centered, wouldn't be grateful for Beatrice's kindness. She'd just take advantage and make things worse.

"I already told you, you can call the police. If you can't do that, then you deserve what you get. There's nothing I can do!" I said.

Beatrice frowned, "I tried, but it didn't work. They're so slippery. When the police come, they leave quietly, but as soon as the police are gone, they come back. They block me from leaving or follow me into the house if I try to go home."

Now she truly regretted it. She had dealt with difficult people before, but never anyone like Missy and her family.

I shrugged, trying to look innocent. "You think someone like me can help more than a lawyer like you? Sorry, I can't help!"

With that, I turned to leave. She had caught me after work, and I didn't want to waste my time on her.

But Beatrice wasn't willing to let go without a satisfactory answer. "Please, help me. If you could stop Lawrence from being buried in Starlight City, you can handle this. I was wrong before, and I apologize. You're kind-hearted, and I misunderstood you. Please, help me."

I stepped back, a bit angry. "So now you want my help? Even if I don't help, so what? You've made things difficult for me more than once."

People passing by noticed our struggle. Seeing Beatrice looking so pitiful, they initially thought I was bullying her. But after hearing my words, they sympathized with me and looked at Beatrice with disdain.

Beatrice still wouldn't let go.

Suddenly, a hand slapped down hard on Beatrice's hand, making her let go instinctively.

Ophelia appeared. She stood in front of me, glaring at Beatrice. "I heard most of your conversation. You're shameless. When you were bullying Melinda, did you ever think she was innocent?"

Ophelia had found her footing in life, working at a café and teaching flower arranging to wealthy people in the neighborhood where I lived. Sometimes, she hitched a ride with me. She must have been waiting for me outside my office and saw the whole scene.

After saying that, she reminded me, "You were pretty tough when you argued with me. Why be polite to someone like her?"

Beatrice had crossed paths with Ophelia before and lost.

Seeing Ophelia interfering again, Beatrice got angry. "This is between Melinda and me. What does it have to do with you? You're just a waitress. How do you have time to meddle in my business? Besides, I'm doing this for Melinda's good."

"For her good? You're just doing it for that dead man. He's gone, and you're still speaking for him, not knowing right from wrong!" Ophelia mocked.

Beatrice turned red, unable to find a retort.

Finally, she said, "Even if you help her, she might not appreciate it. Melinda is cold-hearted. Lawrence was her husband, after all..."

"Get lost! Talking to someone like you is a waste of time. A criminal on death row deserves your sympathy? Get as far away as possible, so you don't bring us bad luck!" Ophelia shouted angrily.

Seeing no benefit, Beatrice had no choice but to leave in defeat.

Ophelia got into my car, still fuming. "Why is that lawyer still bothering you?"

I sighed, "Lawrence's family moved into her house because she was too kind-hearted. They're causing trouble in the neighborhood, and she wants me to help get rid of them."

"Are they really that troublesome?" Ophelia asked, skeptical. After all, Beatrice was a lawyer.