Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

The afternoon of the second day that York Charlie lay in his hospital bed, two people finally got the news and rushed over. These two people were no other than Mrs. Casey and Shireen Miller.

When she saw Mrs. Casey and Shireen Miller standing in front of her, she didn’t react for a moment.

It didn’t occur to her for a long time who these two people in front of her were, and when faced with their hateful, cynical glances, Blanche Capra felt only familiarity, and the ups and downs of her emotions over the past two days had rendered her incapable of thinking about anything but what was going on with York Charlie.

When Mrs. Casey slapped her in the face, her head exploded with an unavoidable feeling of dizziness, but it was as if some of her sanity, some of her memories had been brought back to her by the slap, wasn’t it York Charlie’s own mother, who hated her so much that she couldn’t bear to look at her? And the young woman next to her, who was gnashing her teeth at her, wasn’t that Shireen Miller, who had harmed her countless times by any means necessary in order to get York Charlie?

She remembered it all, but she strangely didn’t have an ounce of breath to argue with them, to confront them, much less fight back, or even bother to respond.

She didn’t want to, wasn’t interested at all.

Mrs. Casey’s bright red lips were like bloody mouths, opening and closing her mouth with vicious words and her eyes with undisguised resentment and disgust, “Blanche Capra! You caused my son to become like this, don’t you have any uneasy conscience at all? Why do you still have the face to stay here? Get out of here! Get out!”

Mrs. Casey began to pull and tug at Blanche Capra, who sat in the chair and let her tug and pinch her, but she grasped the bed with clenched teeth, her hands gripping the edge of the bed, her feet pressed against the floor, and no matter how much Mrs. Casey tugged at her or pinched her, she refused to let go, and would not leave.

Her York Charlie was still unconscious, how could she leave him? What if he woke up and couldn’t see her? What if he wouldn’t wake up because she wasn’t there?

She wouldn’t leave. She wasn’t going anywhere.

Blanche Capra, who did not fight back, who did not curse back, who only stared at York Charlie as if she were lost in thought, who did not let go of the bed, was the first Mrs. Casey had ever seen, and Shireen Miller was the first she had ever seen. But Mrs. Casey, because she had decided that Blanche Capra had caused York Charlie to die, had nothing in her heart but resentment and anger toward her. On the contrary, the more Blanche Capra said nothing to defend York Charlie, the more she felt that this woman in front of her was difficult to deal with, and the stronger her desire to get rid of her.

Shireen Miller, on the other hand, was literally frozen in place. Looking at the two women in front of her was like looking at two crazy people. One does not know to return the mouth does not know to dodge, as can not hear the voice can not feel the pain, crazy general only know desperately grasping the edge of the bed and refused to let go, the other is to people and beat and curse, the whole of a shrew in general, that the eyes hate to eat people.

Shireen Miller was stunned by the scene.

York Charlie on the bed was still unconscious as if asleep, Shireen Miller watched the behavior of Blanche Capra and Mrs. Casey in front of her eyes, and for the first time, she had an impulse to pull out her legs and run away. And just at this time, Mrs. Casey’s voice rang out clearly and sharply again, “Shireen, why don’t you come over and help? Help me throw this crazy bitch bitch out!!!”

Shireen Miller’s body trembled, and she didn’t know what she was thinking, but she actually went up to persuade Mrs. Casey, “… Auntie, Auntie you keep your voice down, it’s not good for the people outside to hear.”

Mrs. Casey, however, looked back at her, regardless, “What’s bad? If they hear it, they hear it! Let this woman stay with York any longer, and sooner or later he won’t even be alive!” Said her face gradually emerged a few trace of sadness, grasping Blanche Capra’s hand unconsciously loosened, instead of hammering on the edge of the bed, bent over and cried to the heavens, “I’m afraid ah! I’m afraid that one day York will die for her, even in a place I don’t know!”

At Mrs. Casey’s words, Blanche Capra, who had been silent, cried out unexpectedly, and the voice tore at her heart, “It won’t! It won’t! You shut up!”

I don’t remember when it was, but there was a time when York Charlie looked like that.

The resemblance was uncanny.

With the exception of Blanche Capra, Mrs. Casey and Shireen Miller were in various states of mind and did not react for a moment. And just then, the door to the hospital room was opened and a middle-aged man came in with an anxious look on his face.

When he saw the three people in the ward, he first froze, then he didn’t know to whom he said, “It’s no good, the rumor of the collapse has spread, and there are people outside who are coming to make trouble!”

Mrs. Casey’s face changed as soon as she heard that, “What? A disturbance? What people? Where?!”

The visitor knew her identity, so he said truthfully, “It’s the family members of those workers, they are downstairs now, clamoring to come to the president to ask for an explanation …”

Once Mrs. Casey heard that they were family members, her heart fell in half, “It’s just some women and children, why are you panicking? Definitely can’t let them come up! Get someone to get rid of them!”

The man was a little difficult, this approach will undoubtedly make things bigger and bigger, and in the end can not be cleaned up, when the president woke up may want to put the blame on who it! He stood still, and had to speak hesitantly, “Can’t, can’t do that ah … And,” he found excuses, “also can’t find so many people to drive them away for the time being… …”Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Mrs. Casey raised both eyebrows, “Can’t find them? What’s wrong with not being able to find them? Are you going to watch those people just come up here and tear my comatose son apart and eat him? What do you do? How come you can’t even do this little thing right?”

Mrs. Casey crackled and scolded non-stop, the visitor’s scalp became tighter and tighter, wanting to speak but half unable to speak, at this time, a clear column but some weak female voice sounded, “Manager Pete, I will go down with you to take a look.”

The man, Manager Pete, looked at Blanche Capra as if she had been pardoned, and Mrs. Casey and Shireen Miller turned their heads to look at her, but Blanche Capra, not caring about all the stares, stood up calmly, and walked over to Manager Pete.

Manager Pete gladly leads Blanche Capra out, and Shireen Miller looks over at Mrs. Casey, only to see that she has been looking in the direction that Blanche Capra left, her gaze complicated in the extreme.

She could not help murmuring and speaking, “Auntie, why, why did you let her go down? Doesn’t she represent THE Charlie Group?” she mustered her courage, “Where did she get this power?”

Mrs. Casey heard her words, but she turned her head to look at her and laughed softly, “You’re wrong. Where does she get off trying to represent the Charlie Group? Heh,” she turned to look at the unconscious York Charlie on the hospital bed, “Anyone who wants to covet our THE Charlie family, I won’t let them have a good ending!”