She wanted to leave. Beatrice had no objection and Viola had no objection. But Harold was like a lion with hair blown up. He grabbed Beatrice’s hand regardless.
“Mr. Dolton, you are being estranged.”
“Who did you make an appointment with?”
Beatrice frowned.
Harold was relentless.
“I said, leave after lunch. You will eat here every day at noon in the future, understand?”
Now he was too controlling and she didn’t even have the freedom to eat at noon.
Unable to get rid of him, Beatrice was a little annoyed, sat down on the chair and opened the lunch box.
Green vegetables, carrots, bean sprouts, none of them were her favorites.
She picked and chose while drinking the porridge handed over by Harold, ready to throw them all into the trash can.
But the next second, she was stunned.
A gold-rimmed amulet lay quietly in the trash can.
It was very similar to the one that Beatrice gave to Harold.
The porridge in her hand slipped and the glass fell to the ground with a crisp sound, which was very much like her heartbreak.
But she still asked out loud, wanting to confirm.
“Harold, where did you put the amulet I gave you?”
Harold didn’t react at all to what Beatrice said and saw tears overflowing from her eyes.