Chapter 31
“I am Jorge Barson, and I need to see Beatrice Sammers.
“Please wait here for a moment. I need to get Mrs. Sammers‘ personal nurse. first.”
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Jorge was bing impatient. He hadn’t anticipated that visiting his ex–wife would be such a hassle.
“Haven’t you heard of me? I’m Jorge Barson, the CEO of Barson Group and Beatrice Sammers ex- husband! How dare you make me <b>wait</b>?” Jorge said angrily.
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“Miss Roberts,e here!” the reception called. “Sir, this is the exclusive nurse of Mrs. Beatrice’s ward. You <b>can </b>ask her to schedule an appointment or inform Mrs. Beatrice to see if she can visit her.” The girl exined to Jorge, who nodded.
“Sir, do you want to visit Mrs. Beatrice?” the nurse asked<b>, </b>and Jorge simply nodded without responding. “Alright, and <b>what </b>is your name?”
“I am Mr. Barson, he replied, rolling his eyes. All this trouble was just to visit a simple woman with nothing to her name.
“I asked <b>for </b>a name. Please answer with your full name,” Roberts was meticulous. They wouldn’t let just anyone in.
“I am just visiting the patient. Do I still need to show you an identification card?<b>” </b>Jorge asked angrily.
“Sir, if you are here for a visit, please cooperate. We are not checking your ount; we are just tryin verify your identity,” Roberts exined, irritated by his attitude.
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“Why do you want to visit Mrs. Sammers?” Roberts asked sternly.
“Is that important?” Jorge roared. “Now, bring Beatrice <b>Sammers </b>out to see me immediately.” He pointed at Roberts angrily, growing impatient with Roberts‘ demeanor, as he was used to being catered to.
“I’m sorry, sir, but Mrs. Sammers is one of our VIP clients. We need to get her personal consent first,” Roberts replied solemnly.
In case you don’t know, a few days ago, a well–dresseddy came to visit Mrs. Samers, and she seemed to be a mistress and deliberately provoked Mrs. Samers, causing the patient to almost jump off the building!”
Roberts exined the reason for so much bureaucracy, which confused Jorge slightly by the nurse’s words. “Since then, Mrs. Samers‘ family exined that no one can visit her without permission.”
“She must <b>have </b>pretended to jump off the building!” Jorge couldn’t help but <b>argue</b>. The woman they were talking about was his wife, not a mistress.
“Pretend? I was at the <b>scene </b><b>at </b>the time, and that mistress‘ appearance is simply too hateful! If I were Mrs. Samers, I wouldn’t have pped her!” Roberts replied and gave Jorge a <b>disgusted </b>look<b>, </b>and seeing how this person in front of her was dressed, he must be something to that <b>woman</b>.
Jorge opened his mouth but couldn’t say <b>anything </b>to refute it. His wife was young and kind. How could she be <b>what </b>they <b>said</b><b>?</b>
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Jorge believed that these people must have misunderstood the situation, and Suelen seemed to be hated by everyone, like a rat crossing the street. That made him feel even more sorry for his wife. She still suffered like a <b>mistress </b>because of him.
At that time, when Beatrice chose to divorce, she made a point of exposing Suelen and Olivia, causing Suelen to bebeled as a mistress for the rest of her life, but she endured it in <b>silence</b>.
Even these ignorant little nurses could still dare to insult her behind her back like this, <b>and </b>Jorge held the anger in his heart. Only he knew how irritated he was with <b>these </b>ignorant <i>li</i>
nurses who knew nothing
Just as he was about to continue arguing with Roberts, a voice sounded behind him.
“Jorge? What are you doing here?”
Jorge and Roberts turned around to see Beatrice standing at the doorway of the room. She was frowning at Jorge, her eyes filled with unmistakable disdain.
Beatrice wears a light brown knitted cardigan. The illness <b>had </b>tormented her for several months, and she was already thin, and now she had be even thinner.
However, her temperament <b>was </b>still <b>the </b>same <b>as </b>in previous <b>years</b><b>; </b>she was too proud and preferred to die rather than <b>bow </b>down to anyone.
After the divorce, they never saw each other again, and Beatrice stared at Jorge. Although she controlled her anger, she couldn’t control her body.
Jorge, it’s been over ten years, <b>and </b>I didn’t expect you to be even more arrogant! <b>Elisa </b>is your daughter! If you don’t love her, just leave her alone! How could you allow Suelen to force Elisa to marry someone in aa?” Beatrice roared.
Jorge couldn’t contain his anger after being reprimanded like this.
“Beatrice, do you still have the nerve to use me? Don’t think I don’t know what you did behind my back!” Jorge retorted.
“And what did I do behind your back?” Beatrice didn’t understand how Jorge could still have the audacity to question her.
*Elisabeth came to me asking for money, then she hit Suelen and reported me on the inte for bribery. These things are all <b>your </b>orders<b>, </b>right?” He asked, and Beatrice only knew that Elisa had gone to ask him for money, but she didn’t know what would happen next.
Secing Beatrice’s expression, Jorge said sarcastically, “Don’t pretend! Suelen <b>was </b>arrested, so your goal was achieved! The person you want to deal with <b>is </b>me. Who ordered you to do this? Is the goal to stop thepany <b>from </b>going public?”
Beatrice was stunned by all these details. The amount of information Jorge was giving her <b>was </b>too much to <b>digest</b>.
“Why was Suelen arrested?” She didn’t care about anything else. What mattered most to her was Suelen. After all, if she was arrested, she deserved it.
After being questioned about this, Jorge suddenly became speechless.