Chapter 591

Seeing that Beatrice had finally calmed down, Desmond had the housekeeper clean up the shattered plates from the floor.

Desmond poured Beatrice a glass of water and, gently pressing her shoulder, guided her into a seat, offering it to help her cool off.

Beatrice shot Desmond a glare. "The more I think about it, the more miserable I feel. And you don't even care about your own mother."

"How else sh