Chapter 375 Agnes felt her more and more disappointed.
She had known all along that there was a direct link between Beatrice and that incident.
But, when she heard her admit it herself, Agnes felt a pang of pain in her heart.
Agnesâs voice grew colder: âWhat do you think Iâve taken from you, from what you had?â
Beatriceâs voice quivered with suppressed rage. âAgnes, Iâve resented you for as long as I can remember. Why were you always the golden girl of the Pritchard family. while I was pushed to the sidelines? Whispered rumors labeled me the result of an affair.
Why? Our parents were genuinely in love, yet everyone saw our family as an impediment. Knowing I had a half-sister was a stain on my identity, all because of you. Father always had a soft spot for you. Remember the marriage proposal from the Whitfield family? He handed it to you, as though you were his only daughter. Did he ever think maybe I was better suited for Jared? You were aware of my feelings for him, yet you stepped in and overshadowed me. Every step of the way youâve been a thorn in my side. My resentment for you? It runs deep: If I could, Iâd erase you from my life.â
Agnes felt these words were nothing but ludicrous.
âBeatrice, if you think youâre living in my shadow, itâs because your mother interfered with my parentsâ marriage. No matter what the reason, as a woman, she shouldnât have destroyed someone elseâs family. If it was true love, she couldâve made my dad divorce and marry her in a proper way. But she didnât. She chose this path, so she canât blame the worldâs judgment. As for you, youâve been lazy and aimless since childhood. Dad has spent so much money on your tutoring, yet youâre still blaming him for not favoring you. As for Jared, itâs even more laughable. You knew Jared was already married to me, but you still clung on to him shamelessly. Where did you get the nerve to think Jared would like you? You donât seem to have any shame about wrecking someone elseâs marriage and even going to great lengths to frame me. Beatrice, you shouldnât hate me, you should hate Ms.
Laura for not instilling proper values in you since childhood, for not teaching you that wrecking someone elseâs family is disgraceful. If Ms. Laura didnât teach you these things, as your older sister, Iâll teach you a lesson today.â Agnes took a step forward.
Slap!
With a resounding smack, another slap met Beatriceâs face. This time, it wasnât from Mamie but Agnes. Reeling from the shock, tears of indignation welled in Beatriceâs eyes. Having been slapped by Mamie throughout the day and now by Agnes was more than she could bear With rage clouding her judgment, Beatrice charged at Agnes, her nails outstretched. But Agnes, composed and quick, caught her assailantâs wrist, gripping it with such force that Beatriceâs face twisted in pain. The pressure was so intense, it felt like her bones might shatter.
Once satisfied sheâd made her point, Agnes released her. âBeatrice, she began, her voice cold and steady. Tve tolerated your antics before. But what youâve done lately is far too much. This slap? Consider it a warning. Just because I chose peace before doesnât mean Iâm defenseless. Mess with me, especially using underhanded schemes, and youâll regret it. Next time? I wonât be as mercifulâ