I'll kill Letitia

Beatrice Cecil looked at his retreating back, as if she had been slapped in the face. Joshua was not only unwilling to marry her, but even despised her.

No, it's all about that sober-elves.

Beatrice Cecil's heart is like being swallowed by a poisonous snake. She blames it all on Letitia. If it wasn't for the existence of Letitia, Joshua would never treat her like this!

She slowly clenched the silk scarf hanging on her handbag. If she had a mirror now, she would know that her face was very ugly, her facial features were almost twisted, and she couldn't see her beauty at all.

The housekeeper bowed politely. Beatrice Cecil knew very well that she was driving her away. She was shaking with anger, but she warned herself not to make trouble at Joshua's house, otherwise, it would be really difficult for her to marry into the Fielding family. She forced herself to stand up, raised her head like when she came, and left.