Chapter 788

Chapter 788:

With that, he kicked over the chair he had been sitting on, the metal handcuffs on his wrists clanking loudly.

“Look at him, officer.” Fernanda gestured toward Beckett, her voice carrying a mix of exasperation and cold amusement. “With someone like this, do you think it’s wise to let him mingle with the rest of the world?”

The officers, already uneasy watching Beckett lash out like a caged animal, exchanged brief glances. His outburst decided for them—they dragged him back to his room, the heavy door sealed behind them.

As he was hauled away, Beckett unleashed a stream of curses, each word sharper than the last, as if he believed sheer volume could break his chains.

Fernanda, however, remained untouched by the storm, sitting there as composed as still water. If words were meant to sting, they found no purchase on her.

She knew Beckett inside and out. A handful of sentences was all it took to unravel him.

Now, locked away in that suffocating, lightless room, his only lifeline was his parents. If even they were kept from him, it would be a miracle if he didn’t spiral into madness.

With an air of quiet finality, Fernanda rose from the chair, smoothing out invisible creases on her sleeves before strolling out of the visitation room.

She was now interested in meeting Beckett’s parents, especially now that he was forbidden to see them.

Fernanda had not expected even Bonita’s parents to show up, aside from Beckett’s.

Bonita’s parents were seated near the entrance, their distance from Beckett’s parents deliberate and seemingly indicating that they were unfamiliar with them.

It had been several months since Fernanda last saw them. Beckett’s father, Jett, looked much the same—stoic, composed—while his mother, Nettie, had wrapped herself in refinement. Her chocolate-brown gown, accompanied by an ivory velvet wrap, spoke of elegance, yet her restless pacing unraveled that illusion thread by thread. Her expression screamed turmoil. The poised woman had been replaced by a mother teetering on the edge of unraveling.

The sound of the door opening pulled Fernanda’s attention. Hope flared in her eyes—surely, her son had arrived. But the moment she saw who it was, her forming smile stiffened, freezing mid-bloom.

𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓵 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 @ 𝓰ⱥ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⸳𝓬𝓸𝓶

Fernanda approached with an easy grace, her voice smooth as silk. “Mr. Ramirez, Mrs. Ramirez, how nice to see you.”

Jett was taken aback to see Fernanda there but quickly regained his composure, his practiced smile settling into place like a well-worn mask. He extended both hands in greeting. “Miss Morgan! What a pleasant surprise. What are you doing here?”

Fernanda did not dance around the truth. “I am here to see Beckett.” Nettie latched onto the words, her anxiety breaking through the cracks of decorum. “How is Beckett? We have been trying to see him, but they refuse to let us!”

“His condition does not allow for visitors right now.” Fernanda’s tone was measured, but her eyes glinted with something unreadable. “He just shouted at me—seemed completely out of sorts, like he was barely holding himself together.”

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