Chapter 39 Sloane Regrets It

Chapter 39 Sloane Regrets It

Beatrice's words were blunt and harsh. That line about not wanting him anymore made Arthur feel inexplicably upset.

At this moment, he suddenly found himself missing the old Beatrice. Though she wasn't likable back then either, at least she wasn't this sharp-tongued. Yet what she said left him unable to argue back.

Arthur was silent for a moment. "People change."

"Yeah, at least I've woken up now. I won't trust you without reservation like before or treat you well anymore. Save those lines of yours for Jennifer."

"Beatrice!" Arthur's voice instantly turned cold. "No one cares what you want to do, but have you forgotten you're married and a mother?"

"I've never forgotten. You're the ones who forgot you have a wife and a mother first."

She had given everything for this family, and they were the ones who didn't want her first.

Beatrice's nose tingled inexplicably. Realizing she'd said too much to Arthur, she couldn't be bothered to continue: "If you want to get revenge on me for Jennifer, go ahead. Just don't use such clumsy methods next time."

With that, Beatrice hung up directly.

After trying to calm herself down, Beatrice realized she hadn't seen Sloane in a while.

She was hesitating about whether to call Sloane, but remembering how impatient Sloane used to be when receiving her calls, Beatrice held back.

Perhaps her gradual withdrawal from their lives was what Arthur and Sloane wanted.

Arthur called again. Annoyed, Beatrice simply turned off her phone.

What Beatrice didn't know was that Sloane was holding her phone at that moment, eagerly hoping for her call.

Though she used to hate Beatrice constantly calling to nag, now that Beatrice was ignoring her, she couldn't help missing her and even looked forward to her calls more than Jennifer's.

She could barely remember when she last saw Beatrice.

The more Sloane thought about it, the sadder she felt. She decided not to wait anymore and swallow her pride to call Beatrice first.

Beatrice would definitely be happy to receive her call, and maybe she'd come home soon and cook for them again!

Sloane thought excitedly, only to find that Beatrice's phone was turned off.

Like a bucket of cold water dumped over her head, Sloane couldn't hold back and burst into tears.

But now, aside from the housekeeper, there was no one left at home to patiently comfort her. Marshall would only coldly lecture her about consequences and how she brought this on herself, even though all of this was Beatrice's fault.

Sloane was fed up with her current home and life. After crying her heart out, when the housekeeper wasn't paying attention, she secretly returned to her old home where she used to live with her parents.

Sloane thought that returning to her old home would help her find some of that former warmth.

But looking at the empty villa, her heart felt even emptier.

Though Arthur often didn't come home before, back then Beatrice was there, and she never felt the house was this desolate.

The furnishings and everything else hadn't changed, yet somehow everything had changed.

Unable to hide her disappointment, Sloane was about to return to the estate when she heard two housekeepers whispering in the kitchen.

"Mr. Capulet pays us to watch the house. Isn't it bad to slack off like this?"

"Mr. Capulet never liked coming back before, and now he's gone out of town. What's there to worry about?"

"I'm worried Mrs. Capulet might come back."

"Then there's even less to worry about. Mrs. Capulet will never come back."

Sloane was about to go scold these lazy housekeepers, but stopped in her tracks at these words.

Inside the kitchen, the two housekeepers continued whispering: "Why not? Didn't Mrs. Capulet used to care most about the family?"

"Why else? She's been completely heartbroken by Mr. Capulet and Sloane."

At this point, the housekeeper couldn't help clicking her tongue: "If you ask me, Mr. Capulet and Sloane went too far, especially Sloane. Mr. Capulet being a playboy is one thing—he's rich and powerful, he can't be expected to love just one woman—but Sloane is Mrs. Capulet's own daughter, yet she also spent all her time fawning over Mr. Capulet's mistress."

"Speaking of which, I remember that Sloane used to be very impatient whenever Mrs. Capulet called, but when Miss Rivera called, she'd be so happy. And she made Mrs. Capulet cook seafood for Miss Rivera even though she knew Mrs. Capulet was allergic to seafood."

"Not just that. When Mrs. Capulet cooked for her or bought her clothes, she'd nitpick everything. If there was anything slightly unsatisfactory, she'd throw a tantrum at Mrs. Capulet. But when Miss Rivera bought her similar clothes or brought food she didn't like, she'd pretend to love it."

Outside the door, Sloane trembled slightly as she listened to the housekeepers list all the terrible things she'd done before.

Sloane herself hadn't realized she'd been so awful to Beatrice.

But Sloane didn't think she was completely wrong. Jennifer wasn't the homewrecker they made her out to be. She was such a good person—it was perfectly normal to like her.

As for her different treatment of Beatrice and Jennifer, it was because in her heart, her mom was family and Jennifer was an outsider. You should be more polite to outsiders!

If Beatrice wasn't coming back because of this, she was being too petty.

Sloane pouted, both angry and aggrieved.

Inside the kitchen, the two housekeepers kept chattering on. After criticizing Sloane, they couldn't help feeling sorry for Beatrice.

"If Mr. Capulet and Sloane were my husband and daughter, I'd probably die of heartbreak."

"If it were me, I'd find a more obedient and lovable child to dote on. Then Sloane would probably understand how Mrs. Capulet felt."

That last sentence was like a blow to the head, completely waking Sloane from her self-deception.

She'd never understood before why Beatrice never liked Jennifer, who was such a good person.

Because of this, she always thought Beatrice was too petty, with less tolerance than even a child like her.

But just now, following the housekeeper's words, she imagined if another child appeared around Beatrice—no matter how sweet and lovely that child was—if they clung to Beatrice, she would definitely go crazy with anger.

After realizing this, and recalling how she used to get close to Jennifer right in front of Beatrice, Sloane finally understood how much her past behavior had hurt Beatrice.

Listening to the housekeepers' criticisms in the kitchen, Sloane—now belatedly aware of her mistakes—couldn't help but cry.