Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride-Chapter 1026 - 1022: Now That the Guest Has Left, No Need to Keep Up the Act
Nicholas Croft smiled without saying a word. How the Hargrave Family daughters make decisions is their own business.
With Beatrice Hargrave’s return, Josephine Hawthorne and her daughter also entered the kitchen to help out, arranging the dishes on the table and calling everyone to eat.
Nicholas Croft originally didn’t plan to stay for dinner at the Hargrave Family, yet even knowing Beatrice wasn’t his little Sophie, he still wanted to have a few more glances.
At the dining table, Hannah Hargrave played the role of the considerate sister perfectly, thoughtfully serving Beatrice food, and occasionally reminding her to eat more.
After the meal, a few people sat chatting in the sofa area while Beatrice clung to her father’s arm, staying in the living room. Josephine personally brewed tea while listening to the adults talk about trivial matters. Beatrice stifled a yawn with her hand and rested her head on her father’s shoulder, soon falling asleep.
Seeing Beatrice asleep on her father’s shoulder, Nicholas Croft stood up, buttoned his suit, and politely said, "Mr. Hargrave, Madam, I’ll be heading off now, didn’t mean to intrude."
"Nicholas, let me see you out." Hannah hurriedly stood up to escort Nicholas out of the villa.
Meanwhile, in the hall, seeing the "guest" leaving the house, Beatrice immediately roused from Henry Hargrave’s shoulder, her little face now icy cold, a stark contrast to her previous pure demeanor. She got up from the sofa and said, "Alright, the guest is gone, we don’t need to act anymore. Where will I be staying? I’m tired and want to sleep."
"Humph! No manners!" Josephine crossed her arms and sneered coldly, her lips curled in disdain unhidden across her brow. If it weren’t for the fear of her husband having an illegitimate child exposed in the media, she wouldn’t have agreed to let the wretch’s daughter into her home.
"Oh," with a sigh, Beatrice leaned over, bringing her little face close to Josephine, and cynically retorted, "Of course I have no manners. Do you expect a child with no father and mother to be as polite as someone with high education?"
"Ha, at least you understand yourself!" Josephine sneered again, the disdain on her lips even more apparent.
"Ugh, it’s not my fault if you talk about this," Beatrice straightened up, wandering around the living room leisurely, "If your man hadn’t seduced my mom, I wouldn’t be here as a product,"
"Beatrice, how can you speak like that?" Henry Hargrave reprimanded unhappily. Beatrice suddenly turned to him, blinking, looking quite innocent, "What, did I say anything wrong? Wasn’t it you who used your position to get my mom drunk and trick her into bed?"
Bringing up those past events, Henry Hargrave felt a bit ashamed, especially in front of his wife. When he tricked Beatrice’s mother into bed, he was already married, already the company’s Deputy Director, and the future successor. Beatrice’s mother was a new artist signed by the company, holding much promise at the time.
Her looks were exceptionally striking, and Beatrice fully inherited her mother’s genes.
In order to win over Beatrice’s mother, at a party, Henry Hargrave used his position to get her drunk and then took her straight to the hotel...
"Little girl, stop flattering yourself!" Josephine crossed her arms again, sneering disdainfully, "If it weren’t for your whore of a mother seducing Grayson, would he have fallen for her?"
"Tsk tsk," Beatrice exaggeratedly clicked her tongue, inserting her hands into her denim jacket’s pockets, looking at Josephine and responded unceremoniously, "Are you really shameless enough to say that? In the end, it was just that you weren’t as pretty as my mom, which is why he climbed into her bed," saying this, Beatrice gave Henry Hargrave a nod, not even calling him ’father’. A man who needed a contract to prove his responsibility could never be a qualified father!
