Chapter 1329
This is already a criminal offense. If the Sutton family decides to press charges,
he could end up in prison for a long time.
A serious sentence, too.
Winona frowned. “Are you sure it was rape p>
Janelle nodded miserably. “They’ve got the video! My idiot son… He’s really going to be the death of me, I swear p>
Janelle was a mess-angry, worried, and totally at a loss.
She was furious that her son could do something so monstrous.
She was terrified the Suttons would actually take this to court.
She desperately wanted to find a solution, but she just couldn’t see a way out.
It was tearing her apart p>
Elysia grabbed some tissues and wiped away Janelle’s tears. “What are the Suttons saying right now p>
Janelle choked out, “They want the two of them to get married as soon as possible. After what happened-God knows if Beatrix is pregnant-they don’t want their daughter branded with a shotgun wedding or, worse, as an unwed mother p>
“Richard and I, of course, don’t have any objections. We’ve been hoping Keaton would settle down p>
“But that stubborn boy just refuses. He said he’ll do anything to make it right with the Suttons, but he absolutely will not marry Beatrix p>
“We don’t even know if it’s because he doesn’t like Beatrix, or if he just doesn’t want to get married, period p>
“He won’t say. He just keeps insisting he won’t marry her, won’t do it, no way p>
“And the Suttons have made it clear-if he doesn’t agree to the wedding, they’re going straight to the police p>
“If they slap him with a rape charge, his life is over. Completely over p>
“Richard and I have talked to him privately, tried every argument we can think of. He’s a grown man, he knows what’s at stake, but he just won’t budge p>
“He’d rather ruin his whole future, even risk getting beaten to death by his father, than marry Beatrix p>
Winona frowned deeper. “Did he admit to raping Beatrix p>
Janelle nodded miserably. “Yeah, the evidence is all there. Denying it is pointless.” Winona asked, “Can we see the video p>
Janelle hesitated, dabbing her eyes, then found the file and passed her phone to Winona and Elysia.
Tarquin was Keaton’s best friend, and Elysia was Tarquin’s wife-and her daughter Jessamine was close with both families. Winona, in turn, was Elysia’s best friend. Janelle trusted them enough to show the video.
The footage was heavily blurred for privacy, but you could clearly make out Keaton and Beatrix’s faces.
In the hotel room, Beatrix had just finished showering. The doorbell rang.
She answered, wrapped in a towel and robe, hair still damp. Keaton barged in.
He didn’t say a word. He just pinned her against the door.
Beatrix’s face flushed red as she pushed at him. “Keaton, what-what are you doing p>
Keaton just grabbed her wrists, pinned them above her head, and yanked her robe off, tossing it aside.
Beatrix screamed in alarm, but Keaton smothered her cries with a forceful kiss.
He kissed her, hands roaming over her bare skin p>
He forced himself on her right there, by the
crying otel door, while she kept e
crying and trying to fight him off
the way from the e
from the door to t door to the bed.
The whole time, Beatrix was sobbing, struggling p>
Elysia and Winona watched, deeply uncomfortable, faces tense and drawn.
It was undeniable evidence. If this went to the police, Keaton would almost certainly be convicted.
They quickly shut the video off and handed Janelle her phone.
Elysia noticed something was off about Keaton in the footage.
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if he was on
Som alcohol, or
Wool
whatever-but she had r no,
she
just asked quietly,
“Why was there a security camera in the hotel room p>