Chapter 690 The secrets of four years ago finally spilled from Agnesâ lips, secrets she had planned to bury forever.
Back then, Beatrice had tried to kill her, but had nearly lost her own life instead. Despite everything. Agnes couldnât forget that Beatrice was their fatherâs daughter, her sister. Blood ties were not easily discarded. Returning home, Agnes had no intention of pursuing the car accident from the past. She had let go, but it seemed Beatrice hadnât. The malevolent intent was still there. A chill seemed to rise from the soles of Agnesâ feet, spreading coldly through her body. Even the air she breathed seemed icy.
Upon hearing this, Jared was consumed by fury. He had resented Agnes sudden disappearance these past years, but had not imagined the horrors she had endured. He had noticed Beatriceâs feigned amnesia and her efforts to transform herself into an exact replica of Agnes. Sometimes, when he looked at that face. he felt a sense of disorientation. Though he had grown to despise Beatrice, there were moments when heâd gaze at that face and deceive himself into believing that Agnes had returned to him. Jared knew it was selfâdeception, but he couldnât bring himself to hate that face. Leo stood by watching the scene unfold.
Jared turned to him, âFind Beatrice, bring her to me.â Leo replied, âSir, even without your order, I had my suspicions when Hammer confessed. I have already located Beatrice. Sheâs currently in the Presidential Suite at the Hyatt Regency. Should I bring her here, or take her directly to the police station to confess?â Jaredâs response was icy, âBring her to me.â âUnderstood, sir Leo affirmed. Agnes was still battling a throbbing headache and decided to not think about anything. Jared suggested she rest, reminding her of the severity of the drug she inhaled. She drifted off to sleep again, but was soon awakened by Leoâs announcement of Beatriceâs arrival. Then Jared got out. Agnes forced her eyes open. She needed to confront Beatrice. Despite the throbbing headache, her thoughts were clear. She slowly left her ward. It was the VVIP ward, as luxurious as suite a highâ
end hotel Jared and Beatrice were talking in the suiteâs living area. Agnes cracked the door open slightly, peering at the two from the gap Beatrice looked innocently terrified, âPlease, Jared, you have to believe me! I didnât do this. Hammer is trying to frame me to clear his own name. Iâve always known about his affair with my mother, so Iâve kept him at armâs length Heâs just trying to pull me down with him. You must believe me, Jared. I would never hurt Agnes. With our mother in jail, sheâs the only family I have left. I would never harm her.â Agnes, standing by the door, listening to Beatriceâs plea, found it bitterly ironic.