Chapter 305

Bianca Fairchild's vision went black.

The violent impact nearly knocked her unconscious.

Her already weakened body took another devastating blow.

Beatrice Quincy's sudden yank caught her completely off guard.

"Bianca, are you okay?"

Beatrice clutched her with panic-stricken hands, voice trembling. "This is all my fault. I shouldn't have pulled you when you're not feeling well."

Blood streamed down Bianca's forehead.

Pain sealed her lips shut. She could only bite down hard.

Her face turned ghostly pale.

"Bianca, say something!"

Beatrice stamped her foot in distress.

Timothy Gold and the crew rushed over. Staff members scrambled to pull them ashore.

Evelyn Laurent approached with stormy eyes.

She'd seen Beatrice's deliberate tug clearly.

But the angle made it nearly impossible for cameras to catch.

Medics arrived swiftly.

The gash on Bianca's forehead was horrifying. Blood painted half her face crimson.

Beatrice stumbled backward at the sight.

[She's totally faking it! Look how scared Beatrice is!]

[This has to be staged. She's trying to frame our Beatrice!]

[How dare this imposter act so bold?]

[After everything the Quincy family's done for her, this is how she repays them?]

The live chat exploded.

Victoria Langley watched the stream with furrowed brows. She turned to Richard Langley. "What's wrong with the Quincys? Beatrice is clearly targeting Bianca. The online abuse is vile. Aren't they going to intervene?"

She'd done her research.

Bianca had been cyberbullied relentlessly since episode one.

Richard's gaze darkened. "Bianca isn't their biological daughter. Just a stepping stone they cultivated for Beatrice."

Victoria clenched her fists. "That girl has gone too far."

"Bianca's such a sweet child."

Gentle. Well-mannered.

Yet always bullied.

She remembered Bianca vividly.

But family matters weren't hers to meddle in.

With a sigh, Victoria refocused on her daughter.

Pride instantly lit her face. "Look at our Evelyn! She's lightning fast!"

Evelyn moved like a blur.

The drone barely kept pace with her sprint.

Her athletic form made Victoria's pulse race.

Richard chuckled, pulling his wife close. "Our girl's always been the best."

"Damn right!"

Victoria nestled against him, eyes glued to the screen.

Meanwhile, on the island...