Looking at Nicholas Croft’s composed deanor, Henry Hargrave almost spat out old blood!
He raised his voice and shouted, "Explain it clearly to ! What do you an by disgraceful things? For so many years, our Hannah has been the closest to you, a girl who gave you her purity, and now you call it disgraceful!"
Nicholas Croft laughed, and there was a clear hint of mockery in his smile. He raised his eyes to look at Hannah Hargrave and asked, seemingly amused, "Hannah, do you want to recount the details of that night?"
Hannah Hargrave...
Of course, she could hear the sarcasm in Nicholas Croft’s words. A woman with strong self-esteem and pride who was admired by so many was now ridiculed in such a cold manner by Nicholas Croft. If the issue she resolved with her hands that night was ntioned in front of her parents, she’d rather not live.
She imdiately bounced off the sofa, rushed in front of Nicholas Croft, and kept pushing him while shouting, "Leave! Leave, I don’t want you to take responsibility! Leave..."
The last two words were almost scread out by Hannah Hargrave.
As Hannah Hargrave was pushing Nicholas Croft, he stood there without avoiding her, his gaze lowered watching the almost hysterical woman. Hearing Hannah Hargrave say she didn’t want him to take responsibility, he spoke aningfully, "Miss Hargrave, I hope you rember what you said today!"
After saying that, he turned and marched towards the door.
Hannah Hargrave, as if she had lost strength, looked at Nicholas Croft’s departing figure without any attachnt, and slowly collapsed to the marble floor, tears streaming down her face.
"Grayson, you’re just letting him leave like that?" Watching Nicholas Croft walk out the door, Josephine Hawthorne said angrily.
Henry Hargrave angrily slapped the armrest of the sofa, "Hmph! This is truly outrageous!"
Walking out the Hargrave family’s main door, Nicholas Croft shook his head and snorted with laughter. This family is really quite mad. Just because he collaborated with Hannah Hargrave a few more tis, they wanted him to take responsibility—it’s truly laughable.
Sitting in the car, Nicholas Croft couldn’t help but think, how could a quirky family like the Hargraves nurture a child as pure and kind as Beatrice Hargrave.
At a certain stadium, Beatrice Hargrave rehearsed her positioning again. Holding a concert isn’t like singing in a karaoke bar; every move, every step of the singer must be practiced countless tis.
"Alright, everyone take a break!" The authoritarian teacher clapped his hands and shouted, then walked over to the break area, grabbed a cup of water, and sat down.
The concert preparations were rushed, and since starting in the morning, none of the staff took a break. Beatrice Hargrave also stepped down from the stage, and before her assistant could co over, Alexander Zimrman approached with a cup and handed it to Beatrice Hargrave, saying, "Have so, I asked the assistant to brew so Chinese herbal tea to relieve throat fatigue."
"Thank you," Beatrice Hargrave smiled and took the cup, tilting her head back to drink. Busy all morning, singing and rehearsing, she was terribly thirsty.
Alexander Zimrman stood in front of Beatrice Hargrave, with an indifferent expression on his unruly face, seemingly waiting for her to finish the drink and return the cup. Suddenly, he frowned and carefully inspected the right side of Beatrice Hargrave’s shoulder strap, reaching out with his distinct fingers to touch the strap on her costu.
Beatrice Hargrave was wearing a pure white tulle dress with a strapless neckline and two slender straps on her shoulders. At this mont, Alexander Zimrman’s touch on the strap ant direct contact with her skin. The sudden interaction startled Beatrice Hargrave, causing the cup in her hand to tremble, spilling its contents.
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