Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Just as Blanche Capra was thinking about York Charlie, footsteps sounded and Mrs. Casey came through the entryway.

Blanche Capra sat up from the couch.

“Blanche Capra,” Mrs. Casey stood in front of her, her eyes glaring, “what the hell do you mean you’re back?”

Blanche Capra was confused by her question, “What?”

Mrs. Casey seemed to chuckle softly, “I said what the hell did you come back for,” she spat out two words slowly, “Brandi.”

Blanche Capra’s heart stuttered, how did she, how did she know?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, what Brandi, are you mistaking me for someone else?” Blanche Capra said calmly.

Mrs. Casey didn’t argue with her but spoke slowly, “I remember when you used to go to school you were always with York and I saw you a few times, once York drove you home but it started raining heavily in the middle of the day, you guys were waiting in front of the convenience store and Harry lim drove with me to bring you umbrellas. ”

Blanche Capra finally looked up at her, how could she forget this, it was the first time she met Mrs. Casey, she thought she should be a very nice person or she wouldn’t have raised a son as nice as York Charlie, but she turned around and gave her a resounding slap in the face.

“I’ve heard for a long time that York had a girlfriend, in case you didn’t know, your name comes up a lot in the the Charlie family, it’s all about the old lady who liked you back then, and in case you didn’t know, I’ve seen it from afar a couple of times,” Mrs. Casey said with a trace in her eyes, showing a sudden a few moments of disgust as she looked to Blanche Capra, “I didn’t like you then! That’s why it rained that time, and why I sent you home!!!”

York Charlie had been a little sick that day, and when she asked him about it, he wouldn’t talk about it, and then it rained on the way home, and it was a cold winter’s day, and he took off his jacket to help keep the rain off her. Then later his family car arrived and York Charlie almost passed out when she got in.

She had no idea what was going on, and she didn’t know what to do when faced with such a situation. But when the car first pulled up, the first thing he did was to go to the driver’s window and say to Harry lim, who was driving, “Take her home.”

At that time, she always cherished the gentleness that was hidden deep within his coldness. She was worried that he had fainted because something was seriously wrong with his body, so she wanted to follow the car to the hospital, but Harry lim still said, “Young master has ordered to send you home.”

She naturally saw the dignified and beautiful woman in the car, she saw her face and thought that she should be a very nice person to be around, but this woman, with her voice, ordered Harry lim to put her down halfway through the journey, and then left her freezing and shivering in the pouring rain.

She understood nothing and went home and cried all night in anguish.

Time passed and Mrs. Casey’s voice rang out again in the dirty space, her voice with a bit of gnashing of teeth, “York was in pain like that, and endured it, and fainted right through it to keep the rain off you! He had appendicitis, you didn’t know, did you? You didn’t know he had an operation, did you? You didn’t know anything, did you? And blame him for his indifference, for refusing to see you for days to answer your calls?!”

Blanche Capra was so shocked that she froze for a moment.

Heart clenched together in soreness and pain, Blanche Capra wondered just how many other things he had kept from her? And how much had she misunderstood him when he never said?

Mrs. Casey saw her face change at last, and her smile was cold and creepy, and in the almost confined space, with the dusty, worn furniture on all sides, she looked like a cruel, wicked witch from the Middle Ages.

Blanche Capra realised that she was no longer young. The poise of those days had left her, and she seemed to be the one who had been discarded by the years because of her desires. Somewhat hateful, and surprisingly, somewhat pathetic.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

“At that time, I threw you on the road, has been considered very polite,” she said, “my son for you to endure for so long, the pain is like that also want to pretend to be nothing to send you home, it rained and also take off your clothes to give you block the rain, their own support can not help but also think of the first to order people to send you home! Who are you? What makes him worthy of treating you like this? As he lay in the operating theatre, I wanted to make you disappear!”

While Mrs. Casey emphasised her feelings, Blanche Capra had regained her composure.

Even with all the waves in her heart, she wasn’t the same Brandi, and her face could still be breezy. Only, when she thought of York Charlie’s face again, she felt her heart soften and ache, and she suddenly missed him beyond measure.

“Now,” Mrs. Casey said as she broke away from her memories, her eyes sliding from Blanche Capra’s face to her stomach, “I hate you even more than I did before, so what do you think, what will I do to you?”

Blanche Capra’s stomach shrank subconsciously as she felt her gaze, “I told you, you’ve got the wrong person! I’m not who you say I am!”

Mrs. Casey sneered, “Whether you admit it or not, and whether you are or aren’t, blame it on the fact that your presence has always made me uncomfortable, as well as this child in your belly …”

Blanche Capra didn’t let her continue, immediately interrupting her, “Don’t you hit on this child! Otherwise, York Charlie won’t let you go!”

Mrs. Casey laughed out loud, “I’m his mother and he won’t leave me alone? Do you think you’re really that important? Or does he really value this child that much?

Blanche Capra was in a panic; she wondered if Mrs. Casey would do anything to her now. She gathered all her strength to resist, but she heard Mrs. Casey add, “Besides, don’t think I don’t know that you can’t have this baby in your belly!” She stepped closer to Blanche Capra, her smile almost cruel, “Since you can’t bear to abort it, let me help you, and see if it will be like the doctor said it would be: a dead body or not?”

Blanche Capra’s eyes widened. She, she wanted her dead?

Blanche Capra didn’t understand, obviously she couldn’t get away with her death, even if she could escape the law because of her family’s power and money, or if she could cleverly cover up and hide the truth of her death, but what about York Charlie, there was no way she could fool York Charlie! Was she really so desperate to get rid of her?

Blanche Capra felt terrified for the first time, something she had never experienced since she was reborn. She didn’t have much strength left in her, there was no escape, and the very moment Mrs. Casey’s hand reached for her stomach, York Charlie’s cold, deep face suddenly floated before her eyes.

“Stop!”

A deep, strong voice, familiar and angry, and even though the danger was near and imminent, Blanche Capra was utterly relieved to hear it.

It was as if someone who was about to suffocate finally breathed in oxygen, or someone who was about to drown finally grabbed a piece of driftwood.

She was saved.

It was the one she had called out to, as if she were a divine messenger, who had come to her rescue.