Chapter 167
Chapter 167: Somethings never change
“Are you sure you want to go? I mean, you know how this has turned against you,” Antonio asked Elara, and the girl pursed her lips.
That was the exact reason why she needed to go there, to see if anything severe happened to Beatrice.
“I know. People are going to change the narrative of what happened and assume I pushed her,” Elara massaged her forehead in annoyance as they drove towards the city hospital where Beatrice was taken to.
She honestly didn’t want to come herself, but Producer Li, who knew about her identity, suggested she should go. This will improve her image slightly.
“And you didn’t push her for real, right?” Antonio asked as he looked at her through the rearview mirror.
Elara raised her head and arched her brows at the man. Was he seriously asking her that? Out of everyone, she at least hoped her people would be on her side.
“Hey, I am not accusing you. I know Beatrice must’ve orchestrated this. It’s just, you jerked your hand to free yourself from her, and maybe the force was indeed strong,” Antonio said.
Elara thought about the scenario in her head, wondering if the force was indeed big enough.
Now that she thought about it, maybe he was right. Beatrice indeed planned it, but she mustn’t have planned to fall so badly.
The thought suddenly made her smile, and Antonio suppressed the urge to roll his eyes.
He knew. The same woman who inserted a burning rod in Sean’s mouth wouldn’t be so innocent and weak.
“Well, it doesn’t matter whether I intended it or not. The result is that she is in the hospital, and people think I did it deliberately,” Elara said.
It wasn’t long before Antonio parked in front of the hospital, and Elara took a deep breath before stepping out.
She looked at the hospital, prepping herself for what was to come next.
“It’s going to be alright. You are not going there actually to apologize,” Antonio comforted her.
Elara gave him a tight-lipped smile. She wouldn’t have worried if things were really that easy. Beatrice was indeed a good actress, and she didn’t know how she was going to twist the narrative before everyone.
“Well, let’s deal with it,” Elara exhaled loudly before she walked inside.
Once the receptionist told her which room she was taken to, Elara went straight to the room, stopping outside the door.
She was about to open the door when she heard some noise from inside.
“Don’t blame Elara for what happened, Andrew,” Beatrice said from inside the room.
Elara’s brows shot up.
Did the fall hurt her head or something? Was she seriously taking her side or vouching for her?
“It was obvious. I should’ve seen it coming. I accidentally told her that we slept because I wanted her to forgive you. One thing led to another. She didn’t mean to push me. I slipped, I think,” Beatrice said, and Elara rolled her eyes.
Well, what was she expecting? A simple fall like that wasn’t enough for a cunning woman like Beatrice to change.
She opened the door, her gaze shifting to Andrew, who sat there with Beatrice’s hand in his.
He immediately stood as soon as he saw her entering, leaving Beatrice’s hand in a second.
“Elara, what are you doing here?” Andrew asked.
Elara didn’t look at him. She kept her gaze focused on Beatrice.
“Why did you do it? I am already out of Andrew’s life, just like you always wanted. And just like you said, you have gotten what you wanted and slept with him. So what was the need for all this drama?” Elara asked, not holding back.
Andrew pressed his lips into a thin line. He was about to open his mouth to intervene when Beatrice lifted herself slightly.
“Elara, I know you are still in love with Andrew. I thought you weren’t, but your reaction proves it all,” Beatrice blinked her eyes.
She had no interest in continuing this pathetic act, but if she wanted to keep Elara engaged and prevent her from speaking about Sean, she knew she needed to keep her busy with other drama, and this was the best she could come up with.
“Have you lost it? If I loved him, why would I initiate the divorce? I really don’t want to have anything to do with—”
“Stop it, Elara. If you didn’t love me, why did the news of Beatrice sleeping with me enrage you to the point you pushed her from the stairs? You called Carla mentally sick for trying something like that? What does that make you? Aren’t you the same?” Andrew interrupted Elara, not liking the way she was so adamant about proving she didn’t love him.
Elara kept looking at him for a few seconds before taking a deep breath.
“You think I pushed her too?” Elara asked, keeping her gaze focused on his eyes.
“Yes, I do. I know you can be vicious when you need to,” Andrew said without hesitation.
Elara took a deep breath, then smiled and nodded to herself.
“Okay. There’s nothing to talk about. You never believed me before. I was a fool even to think you would believe me even once. Some things never change. You know what? You deserve her. I wish you a happy life together,” Elara said before she looked straight at Beatrice and smiled.
“The truth will come out sooner or later. Then I’ll see you on your knees, begging for forgiveness for what you’ve done. And guess what? No one will provide you with that,” Elara said before she left angrily.
She really didn’t know what made her blow up like that. All she knew was that going there was a mistake.
Producer Li and other cast members who rushed to the hospital behind her saw her coming out angrily from the room.
“Elara, what happened? Is she not awake? Did you guys talk? You know if she said anything wrong about you before the media, it would cause a big mess.” Producer Li stopped her to talk, and Elara couldn’t help but chuckle darkly.
“Don’t worry. She wouldn’t dare,” Elara said before she left the hospital.
She walked outside, not going straight to the parking lot, her head buzzing with contained anger as she thought about everything that had happened in the room.
She didn’t know why, but she felt the sudden need to smoke.
As if nature could resonate with her mood, the sound of thunder echoed, and she looked at the sky.
It immediately started pouring heavily, and she scoffed.
“Great. Just great,” she murmured to herself.
Andrew stood frozen in the room when he realized what he had done.
Yes? Did he really think Elara pushed Beatrice? What if it was truly accidental?
The look in Elara’s eyes when she said she never expected him to believe her made his heart clench painfully in his chest.
“Andrew, can you—” Beatrice opened her mouth when she saw him distracted, but before she could complete her sentence, the room opened, and Director Han and Producer Li walked inside along with other members.
Andrew took this chance and hurried out of the room to find Elara.
He needs to clear the misunderstanding before she leaves. Andrew told himself as he nearly ran through the corridors to go downstairs, taking the fire exit when he saw the lift would take time.
A relieved sigh left his mouth when he saw her standing near the entrance and watching the rain.
“Elara, can I talk to you?” Andrew approached her, and Elara turned to him with a neutral gaze, one that said she didn’t want to be bothered by him, and the man swallowed hard.
He deserved it for hurting her.
“I didn’t mean to say things like—” he started, but was interrupted by Elara’s phone ringing.
Elara furrowed her brows when she saw an unknown number and picked up.
“Miss Elara, what did you say to our boss? He has been kneeling before the Frost Manor for two hours now. It has started to rain heavily, but he isn’t coming inside. He will get sick at this pace. Please do something,” Alen said from the other side, and Elara’s eyes widened in surprise.
Was he kneeling before the Frost Manor? Why?!
“I am coming,” Elara said, and without waiting for Andrew to complete, she quickly called Antonio and left as soon as the car arrived, leaving the man standing and watching her back with regret.