Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

“Meh.” York Charlie responded to her pain with a cold to the core chortle.

He didn’t give a damn about her feelings.

“At a time like this? Seeing is believing, I saw you bully Delia into this and you’re telling me it’s an injustice?” York Charlie looked down at Delia Field, her slightly red and swollen face made his heart ache.

It must have been the woman Blanche Capra who hit her-York Charlie thought so subconsciously.

Delia Field doesn’t explain, letting York Charlie misunderstand her, she keeps silent.

Only when York Charlie asked her heartily, “Did it hurt? Where else did she hit you?”

“It doesn’t hurt.” Delia Field simply ignored the words that followed, not wanting to sound hurtful so as not to emphasize how petty she was, but at the same time pretending to be pitiful and strong.

The more she did this, the more York Charlie hurt her.

And the more snarky he was toward Blanche Capra.

“I know you’re trying to get back at me for my unauthorized termination last time, and you’ve been plotting this bidding session for a long time, haven’t you, we’re even one to one aren’t we?” York Charlie looked coldly at Blanche Capra, no emotion in his eyes.

Did he really have no feelings at all for her?

Or was he just locking those thoughts away.

Blanche Capra had been misunderstood by him so much that she was numb from hearing these words, and she kept her head down, looking at the pattern on the floor, unfolding in a circle, like a rose, but reminiscent of a wilted flower falling because of its withered color.

Yes, she was a wilted flower now.

“And then what? You don’t think it’s enough for me to get back at you, but I’m going to get back at Delia Field?” said Blanche Capra, helping him get the words out.

Suddenly, she laughed, a soft sound, as if she were laughing at herself.

Why on earth would she give everything for this man?

York Charlie still had nothing but cynicism for her, “That’s the best you can do with such petty tricks, what else do you do but pester and harass me, hurt people? Taking out your anger on an innocent person?”

His words were word for word.

But Blanche Capra never cried.

It was possible for a person to literally run out of tears, at least today’s portion of them, and she had contributed them all to York Charlie.

Ignoring his cynicism, Blanche Capra looked up, frowned, and asked him, “Do you think that my actions toward you these days are pestering and harassing you in your eyes?”

“Yes.” With one word, York Charlie completely defeated Blanche Capra.

“I see, and I’m really sorry about that, I’ll try to avoid causing you trouble in the future.”

With these words, Blanche Capra had already removed all of her defenses, revealing an interior that was already riddled with holes.

But York Charlie wouldn’t see that, all he cared about now was Delia Field.

Blanche Capra clenched her fists so tightly that her nails almost dug into her flesh, her fingertips white.

She stepped aside to make it easier for them to leave the hotel.

“Thanks.” Delia Field, who had been silent in York Charlie’s arms, finally spoke to Blanche Capra, not to apologize for causing her to be misunderstood.

Rather, it was a thank you for helping to make the bond between herself and York Charlie deeper, and the misunderstanding between her and York Charlie deeper.

For a moment, Blanche Capra wanted to rush up and tear Delia Field in half.

How could Delia Field do this to her after all the help she had just given her?

No, it was Blanche Capra herself who thought wrong.

Human nature was not meant to be tested, and she should have learned her lesson a long time ago. Now York Charlie must hate her, right?

Well, that’s not something Blanche Capra can change.

…

York Charlie walks out of the hotel with Delia Field in her arms.

Even though Delia Field emphasized that she was fine, York Charlie insisted on carrying her to the car.

“Why don’t I take you to the hospital?” York Charlie’s tone was commanding.

But Delia Field didn’t appreciate it, she shook her head, “You still have to work, right? I just saw that you just finished a job with a client, so I should get back to organizing your paperwork.”

That was true.

Just because it was early in the evening didn’t mean York Charlie gave himself time to relax; he still had a lot of work to take care of.

“But …,” York Charlie still hesitated.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Delia Field’s face was so bad.

“Don’t but, I’m really much better, I can take my own cab to the hospital for a checkup, just go to work, I’ll call you if I can’t,” Delia Field came up and kissed York Charlie on the cheek, “my husband. ”

York Charlie couldn’t smile, he was still worried about Delia Field’s health.

But Delia Field was so insistent, he just couldn’t do anything about it even if he was dry.

There was no choice but to compromise.

“Then you have to pay attention to your safety, and you must tell me if there’s anything, we’ll solve it together.”

“Got it.”

Delia Field laughed at him for being so long-winded.

They hesitated for a long time, one inside the car and the other outside, before finally discussing the outcome.

After watching York Charlie’s car leave until it disappeared from his sight, Delia Field immediately hailed a cab to get him to the hospital fast.

Delia Field removed the mask that was her smile and cringed at the pain in her stomach.

The baby had to be okay or she wasn’t done with that woman.

When she thought about it, Delia Field inevitably thought of Blanche Capra, if it wasn’t for Blanche Capra helping her to drive that woman away, maybe the baby would really be gone now and she would have broken her face.

Blanche Capra had even helped her to get a ride, good people helping good people.

She doesn’t seem as bad as Moore Howard says she is …

Delia Field certainly wouldn’t dare question Moore Howard’s claims, but she still felt guilty, and the weight of it made her almost breathless.

I’m sorry, Blanche Capra.

She was also forced by the situation, who made them opposites, with you and without her.

…

When they got to the hospital, after a series of tests, the doctor handed Delia Field the labs, “There was a little miscarriage of the fetus from the external force, but overall it’s not a big deal, so you must be careful during this period, and you can’t have a second one.”

The baby in her belly is still quite strong, Delia Field thought to herself.

She was worried that the miscarriage phenomenon would affect the labor and development of the baby, but at the same time, she was glad that she was able to keep the baby in the end.

While sitting in the hallway chair looking at the labs, York Charlie called her at that moment, “You’re at the hospital now, right? Any tests? How are the test results?”

By the tone of his voice, he seemed worried that Blanche Capra had poisoned herself.

Being called a poisonous woman by her own ex-husband, Blanche Capra was sad enough.

Delia Field told a lie without changing her face, “It’s been checked out, the doctor said it’s also just muscle damage from propping my hand on the ground when I fell, but it’s not serious, so he didn’t even need to prescribe any medication and let me go back.”

“So, other than that you really don’t feel sick anywhere?” York Charlie thought about her pale face.

Delia Field glanced down at her stomach, still aching despite the painkiller.

She raised her eyes and looked at the worried and unfamiliar uncle across from her and broke into a smile, “Don’t worry la, I really don’t feel anywhere uncomfortable.”

“That’s good, you’d better stay as far away from Blanche Capra as possible in the future, she’ll just be dealt with by me, no need to get your hands dirty.” York Charlie gritted his teeth at the mention of Blanche Capra.

“Got it, I’ll do as I’m told from now on.”

Hanging up the phone, Delia Field sighed.

How Blanche Capra was doing wasn’t her concern anymore; she was worried about Moore Howard now.

Where the hell had he gone?