Chapter 8 Help Me!

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The humiliation only stopped when Zander came back. Someone had tipped them off, so the group had already backed away from Beatrice before he returned. Beatrice was weak all over, tears streaming down her face. Her emotions were so intense that her arms and legs could barely move at all. She tried to get up but couldn't. Zander lifted her up at once, helped her stand steady, and asked, "Why are you on the floor?" Beatrice grabbed his shirt with trembling hands and choked out, "Take me away, please—just take me away." It was the first time since her release that Zander had seen her so terrified. Zander felt a flicker of pity. He scooped her up and carried her upstairs. Wenda hurried after them. Zander asked in a cold voice, "What happened? I was gone for just a minute. How did she end up like this?" "Beatrice probably just isn't used to being around people yet," Wenda explained. "Some friends were joking earlier, and she got upset out of nowhere. She tried to leave, and I was apologizing to the guests. She must have hurried too much and fallen." Beatrice shook her head violently, shivering uncontrollably. "No... No... They pushed me and called me awful things." Zander shouted angrily, "Who? Who dared do that to you?" Wenda tried to smooth things over. "That can't be true. Who would hurt Beatrice? They were just worried about her leg and touched her gently. She's just too sensitive and overreacts." Zander thought for a moment and said, "Beatrice, you can't be this sensitive about your leg. You have to accept it, don't you? I'll get you the best doctors for surgery—you'll get better." "It's not true!" Beatrice burst into tears. "They pushed me to the ground, stepped on me, and wouldn't let me get up." She looked far too sincere to be lying. Zander said, "Pull up the security footage." The footage was played, and Zander watched it with them. It showed the group surrounding Beatrice right after Zander left. But instead of showing them shoving her over and over, treating her like a helpless toy, the footage only showed her first fall—and one woman pretending to help her up. The rest was cut to make it look like she was fighting back and pushing away anyone who tried to help. The edited video made it seem like she'd fallen on her own and then pushed aside the people helping her. Zander shouted angrily, "Beatrice, you're getting better at lying and framing people! If I didn't have this footage, I would've gone after them right now!" Beatrice shook her head desperately. "No, I'm not lying! The video was edited!" She shot a sharp glare at Wenda. Wenda had lived in Green Manor for three years, running it like she was the real lady of the house. The camera angles and the footage—Wenda had definitely fixed them on purpose. Overwhelmed by shame and rage, Beatrice lost control. She lunged at Wenda, screaming, "You did this on purpose! You got those people to humiliate me and then framed me!" Wenda let out a sharp scream. "Zander, help me!" Zander immediately stepped in front of Wenda and kicked Beatrice away. Beatrice was already thin and weak. Zander's kick was brutal. Pain shot through her, and she broke out in a cold sweat. But the pain in her heart was far worse. 'He said he loves me. No one in the world loves him more than I do. But just now, he chose to protect Wenda and hurt me without a second thought.' Beatrice lay on the floor, unable to move for a long time. But Zander only asked Wenda with genuine concern, "Are you hurt? Is your stomach okay?"
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