The Custody Confrontation

The loud sound was like a thunderclap in the quiet room. Everyone instinctively turned their heads to look. Standing at the door was the trembling secretary. "My apology, Mr. Thorne. Mrs... Mrs. Thorne insists on seeing you. I couldn't stop her."

In front of the secretary stood Beatrice. She had tidied up her hair and clothes, looking neat and dignified, but her expression was far from pleasant. E