She cried in her dream and said that she would never leave again, but the dream changed and she came to Harold’s wedding hall.
Everyone accused her of being ungrateful, coveting things that she didn’t deserve and destroying his happiness.
In her sleep, Beatrice shouted in panic, “I didn’t. I won’t love Harold again…”
When she opened her eyes again, her whole body was soaked with sweat.
Harold was sitting beside her bed, looking at her with a gloomy face.
“What won’t you love? Beatrice, am I too indulgent to you? That’s why you are so fearless in vying for favor!”
Beatrice didn’t have time to react to what he meant.
Viola pushed the door and walked in.
She affectionately wrapped her arms around Harold’s neck and pecked him lightly on the face.
“Calm down. I was worried about Beatrice last night, so I rushed back early this morning. Harold, I really don’t blame you. Don’t be so angry with Beatrice.”
Beatrice then realized that it was because of her fainting that Harold was too busy to take care of his girlfriend, so he had to leave her alone in the hospital and come back to accompany her, an outsider.