Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Lorcan George didn’t stab deeply, but soon her wound was bleeding, obviously sticking in a place with dense blood vessels, and he pulled out the knife, looking at its blood as if his hands were also covered with blood all of a sudden, and his long, slender fingers were even more treacherous under the bright red color.

What had he done?

The brain went blank and was replaced with reality all at once – the bloody scene.

It wasn’t that he didn’t see the blood, he panicked that he hadn’t gotten his revenge not to mention he’d stabbed Blanche Capra.

She had been someone he loved dearly, and all the many times he’d said he’d protect her, he was now slapping himself in the face.

Blanche Capra really won’t forgive him this time.

Lorcan George, in a state of panic, is completely clueless and just stands there with dull eyes.

And York Charlie, seeing that Blanche Capra is hurt right in front of him, is enraged, and regardless of the fact that he still has to pretend to be sick, rushes out of bed and is about to punch Lorcan George, but Blanche Capra stops him.

Blanche Capra shook her head, “Don’t hit him, you let me talk to him.”

“But he-” York Charlie couldn’t keep his anger down as he saw that her hand covering the wound was already red with blood, “I won’t forgive him.”

Blanche Capra pulled him back once more, “Don’t be impulsive, if you both have this attitude, then this misunderstanding will never be resolved in this lifetime.”

It was only after her repeated persuasion that York Charlie released his grip on Lorcan George’s collar, he closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing.

Blanche Capra wore a look of relief, but the pain coming from the wound was also agonizing, and she reminded York Charlie, “Will you go get the doctor for me?”

She didn’t want to bleed to death.

York Charlie had no problem with that, even though his stepping out of the hospital room meant that he would be recognized by Moore Howard for what he had set up.

That was nothing compared to Blanche Capra.

After York Charlie left, Blanche Capra went ahead and plugged the wound with whatever she could get her hands on, she sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Lorcan George, cowering in the corner, helpless, she sighed, “You don’t have to feel too guilty about it.”NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

“I hurt you.” Lorcan George was too stubborn to listen to anyone else.

Blanche Capra thought to herself forget it, this was not the time to argue with him about it.

“You came to York Charlie this time to get revenge for what happened to your uncle, didn’t you.” Blanche Capra finished still feeling pained, “Haven’t I told you many times this is not what you think it is.”

Lorcan George stared straight ahead, “It’s you who was fooled by York Charlie. He’s a ruthless man. Killing a man is nothing to him.”

He was talking about Moore Howard, I think.

Blanche Capra told Lorcan George to calm down, “York Charlie does seem insensitive sometimes, but think about it, did Uncle’s death do him any good? Why would he do that?”

“If it was for me. Then why would he target Uncle when he could just do it to you.” Blanche Capra spoke a little more excitedly and accidentally tugged on her wound, and she was in so much pain that she had to stop the conversation and close her eyes to adjust her breathing.

Lorcan George stepped forward in concern, but didn’t dare come too close, he was the reason she was in the state she was in, and his concern would only turn into sarcasm.

As for what Blanche Capra said, it wasn’t like Lorcan George hadn’t thought about it.

“I told you you don’t know York Charlie’s true colors, who knows what’s going on in that cold heart of his?”

“I’ve spent time with York Charlie, can’t I see what he actually is?” Blanche Capra disliked back, and Lorcan George grimaced, still feeling that she was siding with York Charlie.

While she still has the strength to speak, Blanche Capra rushes to explain to him, “This whole thing was run by Moore Howard alone all by himself, he had something to do with uncle’s death, he’s the one who actually killed your father.”

Lorcan George wasn’t convinced, and he turned his back on Blanche Capra to avoid her gaze – he went soft when she looked at him.

“I know Moore Howard isn’t a good man, but he had nothing to do with this.”

“Now you don’t believe anything I say?” Blanche Capra was a little angry, her consciousness was beginning to blur and she leaned against the wall panting slightly.

“Even if it was, what good would this whole thing do him?”

“He can use your hatred to lead you to work with him, and no, I’m afraid you’re just a pawn in his eyes.” Blanche Capra explained again and again.

She was expecting nothing less from Moore Howard.

She was not surprised to see what evil he could do.

Lorcan George felt that Blanche Capra had a point, but he had trouble believing it all at once, so he questioned her, “You’d have to have proof if you’re going to say that, or how else am I going to believe that you’re not siding with York Charlie.”

“I’ll bet my life on it, swear to God, can I?” Blanche Capra didn’t have the strength to argue with him any longer, and Lorcan George forgot for a moment that she was still hurt.

After Blanche Capra said that, Lorcan George just didn’t believe it, and his heart softened, he pursed his lips before saying, “Alright then, I’ll take your word for it.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Blanche Capra lost consciousness and collapsed into his arms.

“Blanche!” said Lorcan George as he held him, he had only touched the wound and his hand was covered in blood, from his palm to his fingers.

He hadn’t realized that his cut had had such serious consequences.

“Blanche, wake up, I’m taking you to a doctor.” Lorcan George’s eyes reddened, it didn’t matter how guilty he felt anymore, what mattered was Blanche.

He was about to walk out of the hospital room with her in his arms when York Charlie rushed back in, his eyes met with Lorcan George’s for just a second before both of them quickly averted their faces and focused on Blanche Capra.

“Get Blanche onto the surgical trolley now,” York Charlie called the doctor forward, “and please treat her wounds quickly.”

“Yes.”

The doctor and the nurse wheeled Blanche Capra away first, York Charlie didn’t follow, he was dressed in a hospital gown and with blood on his clothes, which made him even more noticeable out there at this time.

Moore Howard has obviously figured out that he’s faking it.

Lorcan George thought about what Blanche Capra had said and had no intention of fighting York Charlie for the moment, he just didn’t understand, “Why were you gone so long?”

“Moore Howard planted a number of people outside guarding me, they stopped me from getting a doctor and threatened me with a knife like you did.” York Charlie scratched at his hair, “They were a little meaner though.”

York Charlie went outside and it became obvious that there were eyes following behind him, before he could think of a strategy the other man pressed the knife against his back, “If you don’t want to die you’ll behave yourself and go back to your hospital room.”

York Charlie took his time trying to get rid of the guy in his way.

“Looks like Moore Howard really is what Blanche said he was.” Lorcan George gritted his teeth, “Hard hearted.”

…

Because of the illusion Blanche Capra created with York Charlie, Moore Howard has been floundering a bit lately.

He thought he was getting his power back.

However, it’s not that simple.

Blanche Capra had just bandaged her wounds and saved her little life when Moore Howard received a call from his men in the clubhouse booth.

“Boss, York Charlie wasn’t sick at all, he got well a long time ago, it was all an act.”

“Also, that woman who said she would work with you, she’s in league with him, she’s fallen on her sword at some point.”

As soon as the henchman finished his report, Moore Howard hung up the phone and slammed it down hard on the floor, scaring a bunch of ladies who were having fun with him.