Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Blanche Capra was so agitated that she tried to sit up, yet when she moved, her whole body ached, even her lungs, which couldn’t leave the oxygen feeder for a while.

“How can we be missing, we fell into the sea together …” Blanche Capra couldn’t believe it, she was so weak she didn’t even have the strength to hiss, her pale hands gripping the side of the bed.

Francesca Jones thought it was strange too, “We don’t know for sure, many ships were sent to look for him, but all came up empty, and Moore Howard escaped.”

They both just disappeared.

Blanche Capra couldn’t believe it, she thought York Charlie must have gone ashore first somewhere.

“That’s something we’ve considered, but that location is so far offshore that the best chance right now is that it was washed up on a beach somewhere by the waves.”

“How could this have happened …” Blanche Capra’s heart was now hurting more than any of her wounds, her tears were wetting the pillowcase and Francesca Jones, understanding how she was feeling right now, drew paper towels and wiped them off her.

“It’s all my fault, if only I had listened to him and stayed home.” Blanche Capra blamed herself, how she wished now that it wasn’t her lying here, but York Charlie.

Francesca Jones stayed by her side to comfort her, “There are a lot of surprises that we can’t predict, it’s best that you just get well now, and as soon as we hear anything from York Charlie, you’ll be the first to know.”

“Can I get out of the hospital and go to him now? I can’t sleep lying here.” As soon as Blanche Capra closed her eyes she thought of the hallucination she had seen when she fell into the sea.

No, it wasn’t a hallucination.

York Charlie was being swallowed by the sea and there was nothing she could do about it.

No matter what she said, Francesca Jones responded to her patiently, “No, you’d be giving them a hard time if you went now, they’re more specialized than we are in finding people, so let’s just wait for news.”

Blanche Capra was stunned, “What if we don’t wait for news?”

“There will be a result either way, so don’t worry too much.” Francesca Jones said this with his mouth, but he actually knew best in his heart that there was no way Blanche Capra would be able to settle down and recuperate right now.

So he had to keep an eye on her.

On the other hand, she also had to be protected.

No sooner had Blanche Capra awakened than Mrs. Casey came to see her, not to visit her, of course; she had come to settle a score with Blanche Capra over the disappearance of York Charlie.

Despite the fact that Blanche Capra was lying in a hospital bed and looked like she was suffering quite a bit, Mrs. Casey beat her with ruthless fury and kept on taunting and cursing, “Blanche Capra, you’re relieved that you’ve caused the Charlie family to be in the state they’re in now?”

“I’m so lucky to have a daughter-in-law like you, you didn’t help York’s career at all, but even harmed him, I told you that you have a face that can kill a husband, now it seems that I was right in my first thought.”

Mrs. Casey was also furious to the extreme, her brain’s thoughts were messed up, her speech was inconsistent, “I really regret letting you in the door, what kind of sins did I create to let my son suffer like this and meet a woman like you.”

Mrs. Casey’s beatings, Francesca Jones could hold off, but her angry curses, he couldn’t help.

All he could do was tell Blanche Capra to cover her ears, yet she didn’t do that either.

Blanche Capra was like the walking dead at this point, how could a soulless body care what people said.

Her hollow eyes, her lips as pale as her face, peeled and cracked.

Like her heart, it was cracked.

Mrs. Casey cursed and then, feeling sad herself, she looked at Blanche Capra.

Blanche Capra’s apathetic demeanor looked icy in the light, which provoked her anger once again.

Francesca Jones couldn’t stand it any longer, and simply tore herself away from Mrs. Casey at their first meeting and threw her out.

He locks the door behind him and turns to comfort Blanche Capra, telling her that Mrs. Casey is gone and that she has nothing to fear, only to find her with her face turned away from the window.

As she approached, she realized that she was crying out in pain and stubbornly did not want to be seen in her ugly state.

Francesca Jones, distressed, sighed and didn’t come up to disturb her. She was in a world that he simply couldn’t enter.

Blanche Capra said she wanted to be discharged from the hospital after a few days of recuperation, Francesca Jones did not let her, she insisted, the doctor checked, the blood clots have slowly melted away, the wound did not get infected, and only then allowed her to check out of the hospital.

Blanche Capra was going home, the driver and bodyguards naturally escorted her to the car, she was assisted by someone, standing behind the door, and Francesca Jones stood in the doorway looking at her.

Eye contact was made and Blanche Capra managed to squeeze out a small smile, “Thank you for these days.”

“I volunteered to do that, you don’t have to thank me.”

Blanche Capra got into the car then.

After she went back, she had been so depressed that she hadn’t even eaten, and the maid had repeatedly found her in tears holding one of the few pictures of York Charlie that she had kept in her room, and there was no way to talk her out of it but to tell her to hang in there at this point.

“President Charlie will be fine.”

Everyone thought there was no way something could happen to a decathlon like him, yet it had been a week since he’d gone missing, so if he was okay why didn’t he come back.

Outside reports have ranged from hope for York Charlie’s return, to the slim hope of York Charlie’s return, the Charlie family has sent a number of people out to sea multiple times, and they still haven’t found him.

Finding someone in the ocean sounds like a joke.

But Blanche Capra’s thoughts were the same as the maid’s, and she felt relieved, “Yes, nothing will happen to him.”

“Ma’am, for President Charlie’s sake, you must get well.”

“Good …” Blanche Capra was then willing to go downstairs for dinner.

It had been raining in town again for the past few days, and Blanche Capra’s wounds were slowly healing and she was able to walk on her own.NôvelDrama.Org content.

It was pattering outside the window and she turned on the light in her study, the warm yellow light falling on her as her eyes fell on her desk.

She remembered how many times she and York Charlie had flirted, gotten mushy, done what they wanted to do, and fought in the den.

Blanche Capra walked through the window, scrutinizing, going back and forth, playing with York Charlie’s collection, many of which she’d seen before when she’d gone to see him at the Charlie family.

He turned out to be a sucker for old things.

No wonder he was still hung up on Brandi, then.

She forgot how long she stayed in the study until the maid came to remind her, “Ma’am, it’s late, please go back to rest, why are you so thinly dressed?”

Blanche Capra left the study.

When the weather was better, Blanche Capra would be willing to go out, but not to the same places she and York Charlie used to go.

She had always fantasized if one day she would run into him at some point of remembrance.

There was no way York Charlie would have left without her; he was just hiding somewhere now, unable to come back because of his injuries or having to hide because he was trying to outrun Moore Howard.

Whatever the reason, she wouldn’t allow anyone to say that York Charlie had left.

She blew in the cold wind, reminiscing about them on this walkway they used to walk, where people came and went and she seemed to be the only one traveling against the grain.

The walk was busier than usual today, it looked like there was some kind of event going on again.

Blanche Capra was so distraught, how could she be in the mood to roam.

She stared ahead, walking straight and slow, as if she were taking a stroll.

Suddenly, a tall figure in front of her eyes came into her range of vision, that back was so familiar to her, so missed.

York Charlie, he finally came back.

Blanche Capra didn’t even think twice before rushing up and grabbing his arm with tears in her voice, “York.”

No, the other man was just someone who looked like him.

“I’m sorry.” She let go, but the tears were slow to stop.