Mr. Sterling, Mrs. Sterling is Multifaceted!-Chapter 285: Tacit Understanding

Beatrice Fawcett stuffed the plane ticket into her mother’s hand, crying, "Mom, Seraphina is just too good. I can’t just stand by and watch. I really can’t ignore her."

"Alright, alright, my dear daughter, you are very loyal."

Mrs. Fawcett was truly moved by her earlier words, "These days, I see the reports online portraying her as utterly evil, a criminal, but that’s not who she is. She’s so kind, helping me find work, helping us buy a house, she’s never harmed us one bit. We know in our hearts what she’s really like."

"Mom, thank you for understanding me. So for Seraphina’s sake, you should quickly leave..."

Before Beatrice could finish her sentence, Mrs. Fawcett picked up the plane ticket and tore it to pieces.

She wiped away her tears, her gaze more determined than ever, "Dear daughter, Mom won’t leave the country. I want to stay here with you and fight. Whatever you want to do, do it without hesitation. If those people won’t leave the president or you alone, then let Mom step in, let Mom fight for justice for you."

"Mom..."

Beatrice was overwhelmed with tears. What could be more moving than having the unconditional support of those closest to her?

She lay her head on her mother’s lap, crying intensely.

The mother and daughter hugged each other and cried for a long, long time before Beatrice stood up.

She walked to the kitchen and took a fruit knife from the knife rack, gripping it tightly.

After a long moment, she finally made up her mind.

She raised her hand high, and without a shred of hesitation, swung it towards her face.

A deep scar appeared from her forehead to her ear, her previously beautiful face now covered in blood.

But it wasn’t enough; Beatrice took the knife and slashed her arm several times, carefully avoiding any major arteries.

Mrs. Fawcett watched her daughter hurt herself, tears streaming down, covering her mouth tightly to prevent herself from crying out.

Beatrice smiled, her first smile of the day, "Mom, do I look like I’ve been tortured for a confession now?"

They falsely accuse Seraphina of murder; isn’t it just deception? She can do that too.

Mrs. Fawcett continued crying but nodded.

Beatrice smiled with satisfaction, then messed up her hair until it was untidy. Having not slept all night, she looked incredibly exhausted. Claiming she had been tortured might actually convince people.

Beatrice resolutely walked out of her house. The once-bold her would never have done such a thing.

But now, she was willing to risk everything. Seraphina had taught her so much.

Seraphina told her that when doing things, you have to be decisive. Hesitation leads to defeat. How would you know if you can do something unless you try?

...

The public judgment was held in a remote suburb, where nobody would usually go, but today, even though Beatrice arrived early, the place was packed tightly.

Civilians pushed their way in one after another, trampling the surrounding greenery until it was unrecognizable.

Armed police maintained order not far ahead.

Beatrice lowered her head and adjusted her hat brim, trying not to let others recognize her, struggling to push her way forward, "Excuse me, please let me through."

Only by getting to the very front could she voice Seraphina’s grievances, only then could the cameras capture her.

"I was there when she gave her speech that day. Before she was arrested, they exposed some secret about Veridian Isle. It sounded terrifying, but who knows if it’s true or not. It’s been so long without any follow-up."

"Actually, I think not everyone there is bad. Seraphina doesn’t seem like it. She looks so kind."

"Hah, you guys only know how to look at faces. She’s a fugitive from Veridian Isle, you know. It’s said she even seduces men on purpose, spreading her disease to others. Many male students and professors at Sovereign University got infected by her."

"What? There’s something like that? Truly a woman’s heart is the most venomous!"

"I told you before, anyone from Veridian Isle is no good; it would be best if they all died."

Surrounded by jeers and insults toward Seraphina, Beatrice seethed with anger, but logic told her not to cause trouble now. Seraphina was still waiting for her.

She continued pushing forward, suddenly feeling someone grab her wrist. She turned back and shouted, "Who is it? Let go!"

Upon seeing who it was, she froze.

Ronan Yates was holding her hand, his face pale, sunken eyes deeply shadowed, and large bruises covering his exposed skin, looking terrifying.

Ronan, seeing her, was more surprised, "Who slashed you?"

"And you? Who beat you?" Beatrice retaliated.

After both asked, they realized they had thought of the same idea.

Ronan chuckled, patting her shoulder, "I knew you weren’t heartless. Still, you’ve been hard on yourself to look like this. How will you become a star now?"

Can a disfigured star still act?

"Do you think I even care about this now?"

Meeting Ronan made Beatrice relax immediately. Two are better than her struggling alone.

Ronan’s voice was so loud it could be heard from afar.

Another familiar voice came over.

They turned around to see Rory and Claire Ford approaching.

They were equally battered, and Rory looked like he had lost a lot of weight.

"..."

Beatrice was stunned again.

Claire pulled her aside to the relatively open lawn. Without the crowd, the air became breathable.

The four hadn’t had time to exchange greetings before Jack Dawson and the others arrived hurriedly.

Their exposed skin was covered with large bruises. Looking like that, no one would believe they hadn’t been tortured.

Rory was astonished, rubbing his hands, "I thought everyone had really betrayed Seraphina. I was terrified going out alone."

They were just a group of students. Wanting to use their power to free Seraphina from The Directorate was akin to dreaming. They could only accuse them of torture to keep Seraphina alive a bit longer, then figure out a plan.

When he first learned Seraphina was a fugitive from Veridian Isle, he felt panic, unease, fear.

But those emotions couldn’t outweigh Seraphina, who stood before him, silently backing him up.

He knew they couldn’t help Seraphina by fighting to the bitter end. It was better to feign admission and finally turn the tables by suing for torture.

Unexpectedly, everyone had the same idea.

"It seems we really are on the same wavelength."

Beatrice said, her eyes uncontrollably filling with tears again.