Chapter 9

Meanwhile, Carl had just finished a phone call. He turned around excitedly to look at Beckett and reported, "Mr. Beach, Harvey confessed. We found the woman's whereabouts." Upon hearing this, Beckett coldly chuckled and said, "He sure does have a tough mouth." "Who is she?" he asked. "She's the daughter of the Merritt family, Jenny. "I checked the list of people who stayed at the hotel that night. Jenny's name was there, but she was staying on a different floor, so I didn't think of her. "But according to Harvey's confession, he had originally contacted another woman, but Miss Merritt walked into the wrong room, so he let the mistake slide. "Moreover, we found out that Miss Merritt has depression. They say she even attempted suicide six years ago, right after that banquet," reported Carl. Hearing this, Beckett involuntarily frowned, coldly saying, "Go to Merritt family." …… The Beach family. Clinton was looking at Madeleine with a disgusted expression as if he hadn't expected her to turn into such a cunning woman. "I really misunderstood you. I didn't expect you to scheme that far, even using the child. "Let me guess. Did you think I had less status in the Beach family than Beckett, so you used the child to seduce him?" Clinton felt he must have been blind in the past, to think that Madeleine was simplehearted and kind. Madeleine bit her lip tightly and helplessly shook her head. She had never thought this way, but she knew that any more explanations would be redundant. Clinton would not believe her. Hiding Chris behind her, she begged in a humble voice with tears, "Clinton, can you trust me just once? Even once will be enough!" Clinton firmly grasped her chin, pulling her in front of a mirror, "Madeleine, look at your greedy, ugly face right now. Are you willing to be with any man for money and objectives?" Madeleine closed her eyes in fear. During her years in prison, what she feared most was looking in the mirror. When she first entered prison, her skin was fair and delicate, but it sharply contrasted with the other inmates, making her stand out. Those who saw her would humiliate and physically abuse her during shower time, forcing her to look at her disheveled reflection in the mirror. No matter how she begged for mercy, it was useless. Next time, they would still torture her. At that time, she knew she had been abandoned by the world, as no one came to her rescue. "Madeleine, you're really pathetic!" Clinton's eyes were filled with disgust towards her, but he attempted to rip her clothes off in front of the child. Madeleine shook in fear, begging in a trembling voice, "Please... Clinton, don't do this. Don't do this in front of Chris, I beg you…” She had a congenital heart disease and almost died due to an attack when she was tortured in prison. That was a feeling of ultimate discomfort. This time, her heart felt even more painful and unbearable than the last time she was on the verge of death. She was struggling helplessly, burying Chris's face in her chest and covering his ears with her hands, "Chris, don't look, and don't be afraid!" Seeing this, Clinton flung off his hand, took a big step back in disgust, and mocked, "Disgusting! Madeleine, you should take a good look at yourself in the mirror. With all these disgusting, twisted scars all over you, filled with the stench of prison. "You look just like a beggar on the street with your thin and pathetic appearance. Who would desire you in this state?" Shaking, Madeleine held Chris, pressing her hands tightly against his ears. Her son was innocent. No matter how unclean the way he came into this world, he was innocent. Observing her current state, Clinton somehow found himself boiling with uncontrollable rage that was on the verge of exploding. There were words he didn't want to utter, but he couldn't control the hatred he felt towards Madeleine. He despised her infidelity six years ago and loathed her even more for insisting on giving birth to the illegitimate child of another man. No matter how hard he'd pressured her to abort the child back then, she would not comply. She even said that since she no longer had a family, the child was her reason to live. But Clinton believed that her refusal to abort was because she was attached to the child's biological father, and even now, she was still unwilling to reveal the identity of this mysterious man. Considering all this, the hatred in Clinton's heart intensified.