Just as Beatrice was hesitating while holding the bank card in her pocket, Viola suddenly spoke.
“Harold, Beatrice is not like me. Her family does not have such strong financial resources. Please do not embarrass her for my sake. I heard there’s a charity auction tonight. As compensation, can you accompany me there? Okay?”
The atmosphere was deadlocked for a long time.
After a while, Harold suddenly laughed and put his arms around her waist affectionately.
“You’re right. She has lived in the Dolton Family for so many years as the eldest daughter of the Dolton Family. I’ve gotten used to it and forgotten that she is a poor girl at heart and has no money. Forget it. I don’t count on her. I’ll go to the charity event with you. Today is your birthday. I’ll take pictures of anything you like.”
Harold forgot that today was also Beatrice’s birthday.
Even though she was ready to leave and give up everything, when Beatrice heard Harold’s sarcastic humiliation, she felt indescribably depressed.
She just stood there straight, tightly holding the bank card in her bag, with an embarrassed look on her face.