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Chapter 34
Chapter 34
On the other end of the call, Charles could feel a chill run down his spine even before Henry spoke.
“You don’t believe me?” Seeing that Henry was silent, Charles knelt in front of Josie. “Go on, say something. Tell Mr. Gibson
all about it.”
Josie simply stared blankly at Charles. There were blood stains on her neck, but she stubbornly refused to say a word.
After a long silence, Henry berated Charles. “You’re sick in the head!”
Henry thought. “Is Charles really sick?”
Charles smiled sarcastically and said. “I’m sure Mr. Gibson is aware that Josie has an anxiety disorder. She has a tendency to inflict injuries on herself.”
“Since she’s already your woman, you should settle this matter yourself, whether she’s alive or dead.” Henry hung up abruptly after saying that to Charles.
Charles sighed with a smirk on his face. Jo, he doesn’t care about you at all. Why are you so stubborn?”
Josie was a little breathless as she said in a soft voice, “He’s right. You’re sick.”
Henry had never cared about her. She knew it all along for the past three years. Josie went through it all.
Yet there was no denying that Charles was sick.
At the very least, he must be suffering from a mental illness. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.
From the very beginning, Charles had always wanted to outperform Henry. It had become his obsession.
He was a pathetic soul.
Charles clenched his fists. The one thing he detested most was having anyone look at him pitifully.
Charles raised his hand to grab Josie’s wrist. He pulled her up to his chest effortlessly and threw the blood–stained glass fragment on the floor. Josie Yates, I’ve been too lenient with you, haven’t I?”
Nothing he said was of any use.
“Some things cannot be undone. I don’t think anyone else will want you except me.” Charles then threw Josie onto the bed.
Josie was so frightened that her whole body started shaking. There was no way she could resist his advances at this moment. “Charles, your thoughts are always so strange. Why should I need someone to want me?”
Josie was certain she could survive even if she was all alone.
She did not need a man in her life.
“Look how stubborn you are!” Charles was sarcastic. He wanted to force himself on Josie but could not bring himself to do it, as she looked practically half–dead.
“Cooperate with me. I’ll help you find out the truth about your parents‘ deaths. I’ll help you take revenge and take back what belongs to you, okay?” Charles kicked the nightstand irritably.
Josie slowly curled up and said in a quivering voice, “Charlie, I feel cold.”
Charles’s fingers stiffened and he cursed, “Damn it.”
Over the years, he had been fighting with Henry. He did not know if he was doing that because he wanted control of the