Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Blanche Capra staggered to her feet, she didn’t cry, her tears never came for such trivial matters.

“Are you satisfied with your beating?”

“Not satisfied, I want you bitch to go to hell!”

Blanche Capra’s mouth suddenly quirked up at this point in a sneer, “What if I told you I was supposed to be crawling up from hell.”

Her pupils dilated as she said this, like a doll with someone behind her manipulating it.

The words were not meant for Mrs. Selena.

York Charlie looked at her, a flash of surprise in his eyes, and at that moment, Blanche Capra finally turned her gaze to him, blame hidden under her eyes, along with all the years of aggravation.

Is Blanche Capra indirectly admitting that she is Brandi …

No matter how much Mrs. Selena cursed, she automatically blocked it out as she stood beside the bed, blood still at the corner of her mouth, the light spilling over her forehead hair, her unblinking eyes even colder in the shadows.

Shireen Miller looked at her fearfully, and for a moment she was actually afraid that this woman was going to kill her, a fear that was instinctive, like a praying mantis meeting a yellow bird.

“What are you doing here … I don’t want to see you …” Shireen Miller’s attitude was no more arrogant than it had been at the engagement ceremony, and instead she flinched.

“I told you I was just going to confront you face to face, but looking at you now, let’s just leave it at that.” Blanche Capra’s city is so deep that Shireen Miller can’t see through the layers of truth in what she’s saying.

Even York Charlie didn’t know what she was thinking right now, and he chose to watch from the sidelines, but of course, he wasn’t going to let Mrs. Selena do that to Shireen Miller again.

Blanche Capra finished what she had to say and turned to leave, she was covered in bruises, her gown was ripped and her hairpiece had been taken from her long ago, her long hair pouring out.

Shireen Miller called out to her, “What did you just mean by that?”

“This isn’t going to just go away, and I’m giving you time to rest out of the fact that I’ve lost a child too, and I know the pain.” Blanche Capra says and strides away.

York Charlie tries to follow, Mrs. Selena and Shireen Miller yell after him and he turns a deaf ear.

He soon catches up with Blanche Capra, “Are you okay? I think you’re a little weird today.”

Weird?

Blanche Capra suddenly laughed, a sneer that made York Charlie even more puzzled.

How could he understand what it felt like to have a heart ripped to shreds by memories and the present together.

“It’s nothing, I’m just tired,” Blanche Capra held her forehead, pretending she had a headache, “You go back to being with Shireen Miller, she’s in the greatest need of care right now.”

“But you-” York Charlie subconsciously reached for Blanche Capra’s hand, which she consciously avoided.

“Just go back.”

Blanche Capra was intent on leaving, and there was no way York Charlie was going to join him; not only was she reluctant, but Mrs. Selena and Shireen Miller both still needed him to appease them.

In order to minimize the impact of this incident on his company, as well as to maintain the relationship with the Miller family as much as possible, and most importantly, to keep Shireen Miller out of trouble with Blanche Capra, York Charlie could only York Charlie could only stay at the hospital to calm Shireen Miller down.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

Shireen Miller looked forward to so many years have not received York Charlie a little love, and now it is his one sentence of greeting, can make her heart beat, the pain of the loss of her son also slowly fade.

Don’t blame her for being heartless, this child should never have existed in the first place.

Settling Shireen Miller, York Charlie rushed home instantly, the house was quiet.

He asked the maid, “Where’s Blanche Capra?”

“Back in her room.”

“Did you give her the medicine I asked you to prepare, and did she take it?”

“Yes.”

Strange, usually Blanche Capra would not be so honest, this time why so honest, even the maid felt strange.

It looked calm, but there was something dark going on.

York Charlie went upstairs, he thought that Blanche Capra would be angry with him and would lock the bedroom door, however, everything was out of his expectation, she did not lock the door.

As soon as she opened it, a gust of wind blew through, carrying with it the scent of room fragrance.

Blanche Capra was leaning against the balcony rail, wearing the same outfit she’d worn at the hospital-a gown she’d cut to look like a work of art, the blood on the train shocking.

She doesn’t turn around as York Charlie closes the door behind her, and he wraps his arms around her from behind, his heart, which has been on edge, finally settling; she’s still in his arms.

Blanche Capra wiped away her tears, but she had no control over the trembling of her body, and York Charlie was quick to notice the difference.

“Blanche, turn your face around.”

Blanche Capra wouldn’t, so he forced her to face herself, and she was definitely crying.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Blanche Capra wouldn’t reveal anything; she repeatedly wiped away her tears, but they still came up unheeded.

“If you’re worried about that thing at the engagement party today, you don’t have to, I’ll take care of it, just stay home in the meantime.”

Blanche Capra shook her head, “I’m not about that.”

She glanced away, just a glance, the complaint, the pain showing in front of him, quickly drowning in her eyes again, yet York Charlie still sensed it.

It didn’t matter if Shireen Miller was the one she’d pushed over, it was him she resented.

The hand around her slender waist slowly loosened, York Charlie looked straight at her with a creeping chill, “You still blaming me for that baby thing?”

Now that he’s said it, Blanche Capra doesn’t hold back and says bluntly, “Yes, I’m blaming you, that’s why I went to the hospital today to find out what happened to Shireen Miller, and she lost her baby, York Charlie, that’s what you get for that!”

“How are you sure that baby is mine.”

“God has eyes.” Blanche Capra was indifferent.

York Charlie slammed the door.

After such a big incident, how could the Miller family let Blanche Capra go so easily? Even if Shireen Miller herself did not pursue the matter, Albert could not stand it, not that he loved his daughter so much, but if this matter was easily forgotten, where would the face of the Miller family go?

So, the day after the incident, Albert arranged a good reporter in front of York Charlie’s villa squatting, waiting for Blanche Capra to come out to be blocked, he also contacted the newspaper, paid for the newspaper to report on Blanche Capra’s scandal, Blanche Capra portrayed as an in order to get to the top of the pain to kill the main house of the miscarriage of the third party. .

All of these actions were expected by York Charlie, and he knew it wasn’t that simple.

After a sleepless night in the study, Blanche Capra was still asleep when she returned to the bedroom, her brow slightly furrowed, as if she was having some kind of bad dream.

York Charlie’s heart ached as he watched, knowing that he had been the one to aggravate her yesterday. It was only natural that she would be upset.

Long, slender fingers gently smoothed the rise and fall of her brow, and he placed a kiss on her forehead before going into the bathroom.

After he left, Blanche Capra opened her eyes, unable to tell that she had just woken up.

Washing and dressing.

The bodyguard came up to report the situation, “President Charlie, the reporters are blocking the door to the house.”

“They’re just flies, can’t get rid of them, let them be.”

“Yes.”

Downstairs, York Charlie instructed the maid, “Keep an eye on Blanche Capra in the next few days, don’t let her go out, and close the curtains on all the windows, don’t leave any dead ends, and remember to close the doors in the backyard and the front yard.”

He gave such detailed instructions, just because he was afraid that there would be a little gap for the reporters to exploit.

“Yes.”

Open the door, the car was already waiting in front of him, he got into the car, the front yard door finally opened, but the reporters didn’t have the slightest chance to interview, the Lincoln car divided them into two waves.