The West's Secret Heir

Chapter 113

Beatrice had been traumatized by what she had seen in her daughter's room. It had been so bad that she needed more blood than she usually did. She was worried, thinking about what Avery could've gotten herself into. She had thought she brought up Avery to be a woman of power and legality, she made sure she gave Avery the best, even though she had been a horrible mother, she still had to give herself some credit. 

But as it seemed, she was more of a bad mother than she thought. She had made her daughter into this, she pushed the only person that could have brought out the best in Avery out of her life just because she had been jealous and now, she had this life.

"Mom?" 

Beatrice glanced at the direction that voice came from. On seeing her daughter, all that she had been thinking came to a temporary pause. She smiled.

"What are you doing here?" Beatrice asked.