“Do you … want me to-” Betty’s voice trembled, her breath quickening.


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    Tristan remained calm, tilting his head. He stared at her with an


    enticing gaze that hid his desire.


    Betty understood. If she didn’t make some sacrifice tonight, she probably wouldn’t get the medicine


    back.


    But for her, it didn’t matter. She was well-versed in dealing with men in bed. Moreover, Tristan was


    young and handsome,parable to the male models she knew. It wasn’t a bad deal.


    “I get it. What men want is nothing more than this.”


    Blushing, Betty began to unbutton her dress.


    Soon, all the buttons were undone, and her dress slid down. Standing


    in front of Tristan, she was now in sexy wine-redce underwear.


    “Now we can-”


    “Ms. Betty, what are you doing?”


    Tristanughed disdainfully,pletely unaffected. “Is your mind always filled with thoughts about


    doing this with men daily? When did I say I wanted to sleep with you?”


    Betty felt as if she had been struck by lightning. Her body shook all over. Her face turned as red as a


    tomato under extreme shame.


    “Are you … ying with me?”


    Tristan shook his head. “You misunderstood, Ms. Betty.


    Furious and embarrassed, Betty was about to bend down to pick up her dress when Tristan’s voice


    sounded.


    “I want you to kneel in front of me and beg me. Beg me to give it to


    you.”


    Betty was so angry at his words that she forgot to put on her clothes. Her lips quivered as she uttered,


    “W-What did you say?”


    “Which word didn’t you hear clearly? I don’t think I need to repeat.


    myself.”


    Tristan pointed down to the ground. “Ms. Betty, this is your only chance. Can you bear to watch your


    mother be tormented by addiction? I think Madam Sophia won’tst much longer.”


    Unknown to both Tristan and Betty, Alyssa was sitting in her study, wearing a y mask, watching the


    hospital’s internal footage on her


    Their interactions and conversations were fully exposed to her.


    Initially, when Betty had stripped herself, Alyssa’s y mask had almost cracked.


    Now, with Tristan causing more trouble, her mask was shattered.


    Alyssa frowned with a hint of deep contemtion.


    In the next moment, an extremely satisfying scene unfolded before her eyes.


    Trembling, the half-naked Betty bent down and shamefully knelt in front of Tristan.


    When did the third child of the prestigious Beckett family ever experience such humiliation?


    However, it was nothingpared to Betty being severely beaten by Landon, almost disfiguring her


    face.


    Alyssa sighed, shaking her head in helplessness. “This guy has done something extra.”


    Betty walked out of the hospital with the stainless steel box in her hands. Her steps were heavy, as if


    weights bound her.


    She screamed and shouted as if going mad as soon as she got into the car. She forcefully tangled her


    hair into a mess with both hands, yet she couldn’t contain the anger raging in her heart.


    Betty haphazardly pulled a cigarette from her designer bag, cing it between her pale lips. Her hands


    trembled as she struck the lighter multiple times before managing to ignite the cigarette.


    She smoked three cigarettes in a row before finally calming herself down.