Chapter 230

Beatrice Wright stood aside, witnessing everything unfold. The moment Alexander Barron pushed away the breakfast she’d brought and instead picked up Sarah Knight’s lunchbox, that bitter taste of jealousy boiled harder in her chest. Her eyes narrowed, lips pressed into a thin line, and she clenched her fists. As Alexander lowered his head and started eating, she glared at Sarah’s back with a sharpness that could cut through steel. It was all her fault. That woman just couldn’t stay away. Beatrice had thought things were finally moving forward with Alexander, that there might be something more between them—but then Sarah had to show up and ruin it all. Seeing Alexander enjoy Sarah’s homemade food with that relaxed, almost blissful expression on his face made Beatrice’s chest feel heavy and tight. What, her carefully chosen, exquisite breakfast wasn’t good enough? Some plain, no-frills meal Sarah threw together beat all that? She refused to accept it. But now wasn’t the time. She couldn’t