Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride-Chapter 1029 - 1025: Let Me Take a Look

The sudden situation caused the guests below to change their expressions as well, looking up at the two sisters on the staircase in surprise.

"Beatrice! Stop causing trouble, get up quickly!" Hannah maintained a graceful smile while gritting her teeth and whispering harshly.

"Ah... it hurts," Beatrice squatted on the stairs pretending to cry out in pain, the wooden railing covering most of her face, then looked up at Hannah and smiled.

"What exactly do you want?" Seeing some of the guests below already pointing fingers in this direction, Hannah became even angrier, but couldn’t explode in front of so many people.

"I don’t want anything; just want to see you anxious,"

"Get up quickly, how childish!" At this moment, Hannah felt a murderous intent; if there weren’t guests below, she wouldn’t have had to pay her any heed.

Henry Hargrave was below entertaining guests, and seeing his two daughters stopped on the staircase, he apologized to the guests and walked quickly towards the stairs.

Henry’s expression wasn’t pleasant; he was aware of how his wife and daughter have always ostracized Beatrice, but in families with status and standing like theirs, even internal conflicts shouldn’t be displayed in front of outsiders.

Arriving under the stairs, he solemnly questioned, "Hannah, what happened?"

"Oh, ouch, it hurts..." Seeing her father approaching, Beatrice covered one ankle pretending to moan in pain, making Henry’s expression even worse.

"Hannah, how could you be so inconsiderate!" It was obvious that Henry thought the elder daughter was playing dirty tricks on Beatrice, he lowered his voice and reprimanded.

Hannah...

Standing there, feeling she couldn’t defend herself at all, she was about to tell her father that Beatrice was playing games when a tall and slender figure quickly darted up the stairs, crouched down in front of Beatrice and asked concernedly, "What’s wrong?"

Beatrice pouted aggrievedly, her eyes moist from "pain", "Twisted my foot,"

"Let me see!" Regardless, Nicholas grabbed Beatrice’s hand from her ankle and began inspecting it carefully.

Sighing deeply, Hannah closed her eyes and stroked her chest, fortunately, this little witch was sensible enough not to falsely accuse her of anything.

On the staircase, Nathan Moore, Felix Shaw, and Evander Lancaster stood together watching the scene on the stairs. Evander said, "Second brother, third brother, how come this little Sophie disappeared for three years and suddenly became the Hargrave family’s daughter?"

Nathan Moore turned his gaze slightly and glanced at Evander, "Who knows."

Who knows what changes three years can bring, just like that woman who painstakingly planned to escape his cage, preferring to be a wealthy man’s mistress than to stay under his wing.

On the staircase, seeing the obvious marks around Beatrice’s ankle, Nicholas didn’t say a word and picked her up, walking down the stairs.

"Nicholas, where are you going?" Hannah asked urgently, Nicholas replied without turning his head, "Sending her to the hospital!"

Beatrice was held in Nicholas’s arms in a princess carry, her small hands instinctively clutching his suit, the bright fabric creased from her grasp, but Nicholas didn’t care about that at all.

As he passed Henry Hargrave, he nodded slightly, leaving with Beatrice under the astonished gazes of the guests.

"Tsk-tsk, look at big brother’s eager strides, looking so desperate!"

Felix Shaw shook his head and teased as he watched Nicholas’s departing figure, Nathan Moore turned his gaze indifferently in their direction and casually remarked, "You weren’t anxious, yet last time your pants zipper was open during poker."

"Exactly, third brother, we’ve all been there; big brother held back for three years, how could he not be desperate?"