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Tristan’s warm hand seemed to tremble a little as he touched the wound on her forehead as if he was trying to confirm her injury.
However, his touch made her feel a stabbing pain.
The smell of blood brought Joyce back to consciousness.
Tristan’s embrace felt unfamiliar and made her extremely uncomfortable.
If this happened before the divorce, Joyce would have been flattered to lie in his arms.
When she opened her eyes, it seemed like snowflakes were drifting in front of her.
She struggled with all her might to get up and held the car door to stand firm.
It turned out that his car blocked her from ramming into the truck.
Otherwise, she probably would not have the chance to open her eyes again.
His car was so deformed that it had become scrap metal.
“Thanks.” Her voice was frighteningly calm.
Aside from the pain of her head wound, she was completely conscious.
“Joyce, you need to go to the hospital.” Tristan
Joyce ignored him and took out her phone to call Logan.
Come to my location right away, Someone tampered with my car, and I got into a car crash. You must find out who did this before tomorrow morning!’
After she gave Logan the instructions, she hung up the phone.
“Mr. Beckett, your Range Rover is at most $
4 million. Here’s $10 million. The extra $6
million is your appreciation fee.”
Joyce stood under the light. The blood on her forehead had solidified and her long hair was slightly disheveled, but she somehow still looked as beautiful as ever.
The corners of her lips curled up slightly into a polite and detached smile.
Tristan’s gaze grew cold, and his face sank. He did not reach out to take the check.
Joyce forcefully shoved the check into the pocket of his suit jacket and did not give him a chance to refuse.
`Mr. Beckett, you weren’t stingy with your money when I donated blood. This time, it’s my turn to return the favor!’
After that, she left her car and turned on her heels to leave.
‘This feels great! I can’t believe even Tristan
Beckett will get to have this day! Turns out
I can really hold a grudge!’
The streetlight stretched out her figure. Her footsteps were steady and not the least bit wobbly.
Naturally, Joyce did not notice the flash of remorse in Tristan’s eyes after she threw down that sentence.
At this time, the public opinion on the internet was overwhelming. Everyone was pointing fingers at the Becketts for bullying the weak.
However, the Beckett family did not reply on the cusp of this storm. After all, they would look guilty if they took a stand too early.
The Beckett Villa.
The villa was brightly lit in the night. -1,1,31
Everyone inside, except for Old Master
Beckett dared not breathe too loudly.
Back then when Powell Corporation’s share prices plummeted, Grant Powell had singlehandedly managed to reclaim the situation.
This evening, the stock market had taken a different direction that was not optimistic for the Becketts.
Old Master Beckett’s face was glum and extremely bitter. He was furious and even more exasperated when he learned that Tristan had not returned home.
“Where the hell is he?!” Old Master Beckett asked the butler as he thumped his cane on the ground fiercely.
The butler replied with trepidation. “Young
Master can’t be reached at the moment. His calls went unanswered, and his assistant isn‘t sure of his whereabouts.”
“Hmph! He still has the mood to hang around?! He’s been married to Joyce for three years and didn’t even notice anything wrong with her?!*
Old Master Beckett’s heart was pounding so hard that it felt like it would leap out o his chest at any moment.
If he had known that Joyce was the heiress of Powell Corporation and that she was a great match for his family, he would not have condoned her suffering at home.
Not to mention the divorce, their marriage in itself was already a shocking event in the entire business circle!
Look what happened now?
They had lost both money and the person!
Besides completely offending the Powells, they had also lost their family heirloom!
At the thought of this, Old Master Beckett fiercely glared at Quinn and Ingrid, who were standing apprehensively next to him.
You two brainless women! You didn’t contribute to the family and even made such a mess!”
Quinn stood there feeling aggrieved.
“Dad, Joyce is the one who deceived everyone. What does it have to do with us?
When she married Tristan, didn’t you have someone do a background check on her?”
Old Master Beckett scoffed and broke into a scolding fit.
“Well, you guys stole my emerald pipe! You still have the cheek to talk back to me?!”
The thing that nagged at him most tonight was that his beloved emerald pipe was gone forever!
Quinn looked like she was about to cry. She just stood there and kept her mouth shut.
As an accomplice, Ingrid was afraid to implicate herself, so she dared not say a word.
Suddenly, the butler broke this oppressive silence. He said excitedly, “Young Master is back!”
Quinn and Ingrid breathed a sigh of relief. ‘
Finally!’
Quinn’s eyes were red. Since her husband
Charles had gone abroad on a business trip, the only one who could help her was her son, Tristan.
Otherwise, Old Master Beckett’s wrath would last for an eternity!
She was indeed an unqualified Mrs.
Beckett.
Old Master Beckett picked up a valuable teacup and threw it at Tristan’s feet when he walked over.
‘You finally know your way back?”
Tristan paused in his footsteps, stepped over the broken porcelain pieces, and faintly come back. We’ll think of a solution then.”
Tristan coldly hooked his lips. “It’ll be too late by the time he comes back.”
Old Master Beckett snorted coldly. “Then what do you think we should dor
“We should do as the Powells requested, apologize…”
When Tristan thought of the image of Joyce walking under the streetlight with her head full of blood and her back looking so cold and lonely, his heart could not help but ache at that moment.
He knew that he owed her too much and that there was no way he could repay her.
Old Master Beckett glared at him. “If I wanted to apologize, why would I still be so angry? This apology would just confirm that we slandered her!
Our stocks and company’
s reputation will go down the drain!”
Ingrid Beckett echoed on the side, “Yeah, why should we apologize? We can just settle with them privately. There’s no need to risk our family’s reputation. So what if she’s
Floyd Powell’s daughter? Is she superior to everyone? We didn’t force her to marry into our family, nor did we force her to get a divorce, so why should we humiliate ourselves?”
If they apologized. Ingrid’s name in the gentry circle would become a laughing stock! She would not be able to continue mingling with them and would certainly be mocked by everyone.
Thus, they could not apologize!
Tristan’s cold gaze swept over Ingrid, which made her shrink back in fear.
He snickered faintly. Tine, if you don’t want to apologize publicly, then let’s go to their door and apologize together.”
NO way!” Quinn jumped out to object.
Back then, Quinn used to boss Joyce around and was above her, so how could she willingly go to Joyce and bow her head humbly?
That was equivalent to a slap in her face!
“That’s enough!” Old Master Beckett’s face turned red with anger as he looked at Tristan.
He knew that this grandson of his always had an outstanding ability.
“Isn’t there any other way?”
“No.”
Tristan’s face was sullen and glum, They owed it to Joyce and should have apologized long ago,
Old Master Beckett closed his eyes and sighed.
“You make the arrangements then!”
At this moment, Old Master Beckett had no choice but to trust in his grandson’s judgment.
“Grandpa…” Ingrid was reluctant.
Tristan swept a cold gaze at Ingrid and warned her.
“Ingrid Beckett, you must always remember how you lost our family heirloom.
If you dare to cause trouble again, don’t even think about getting a cent from us in the future. Go out to work and earn your own money.”
Ingrid was shocked. ‘Work?! I’m the Young Lady of the Beckett family! How could I go out to earn money like regular people? Won’t I be laughed at?’