Chapter 541

Beatrice blurted out, "How could I not hate her? What woman could just stand by and watch another woman carry her husband's child—and then raise him for all these years? I hate her. God, sometimes I wish she would just drop dead."

But then her tone suddenly softened as she continued, "After all, her son is still a Vance. Please, Desmond, just go easy on Wesley this once."

Desmond slowly rose to hi