Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

It was a delicate situation they’d gotten themselves into now; York Charlie had instructed the servants and housekeepers many times to be the first to protect Blanche Capra if she was in danger.

But now the person hurting her was none other than York Charlie himself.

It felt like he was a different person.

Even the maid notices, she defends Blanche Capra and speaks for her, “So amnesia can really change a person, how could you do this to your wife.”

York Charlie doesn’t feel threatened by anyone else’s intervention.

It was just a servant, what was that?

“The actors you hired acted really well, or were they fooled by your appearance as well.” York Charlie sneered, “Snake-hearted, that’s the best way to describe you.”

Blanche Capra was just now getting over it, the maid helped her up, she thanked her and said, “I’m fine, you go on down.”

“But …,” the servant said, still worried that York Charlie might strike at Blanche Capra, although he was generally not above hitting women.

Blanche Capra shook her head, “I’m fine.”

“Well then, you take care of everything.” The maid finished, glaring at York Charlie before turning to leave.

After the maid left, Blanche Capra’s emotions settled down, she kept her head down and didn’t look at him, her voice as cold as this floor, and her heart as well.

“It’s no use trying to find out how you can, because the person just isn’t here with me.”

She’d tried to contact Mrs. Casey recently to ask how she was doing.

In order to keep Mrs. Casey from worrying, Blanche Capra had planned to wait until York Charlie’s memory returned before letting Mrs. Casey know York Charlie was still alive, so she wouldn’t be hurt a second time like she had been.

York Charlie still refused to let her go when she saw her walking corpse look and grabbed her wrist, forcing her to say, “No way, you have the man right here, hand him over now and I can stop calling the police.”

The rubber bands on her head suddenly crumbled away at that moment, her long hair spreading out and falling on either side of her cheeks, blocking out all expression.

Blanche Capra’s voice sounded breathless, like a tiny mosquito, and it was hard to hear.

“You … do.”

York Charlie coldly pursued, “What did you just say? Repeat it again.”

“I said you call the police.” Blanche Capra suddenly threw off his arm.

York Charlie hadn’t expected to get this far, and Blanche Capra still wouldn’t admit it.

“Should I admire your good acting skills or your patience.”

Blanche Capra’s tears blurred her vision and she couldn’t see York Charlie’s face, but his voice was still so clear.

Word for word.

“I say you call the police! If you suspect me, why don’t you just call the police and have them come along and search my place, too, so they won’t know if I’m hiding anyone?”

Blanche Capra was near collapse, she didn’t know why York Charlie was torturing her so much.

York Charlie was still in the same aloof manner, questioning everything she said, “How do I know you’re not going to do something to my mom if I call the police?”

“York Charlie! just what the hell do you think of me?” Blanche Capra stared straight at him, “Am I the kind of person who would do such a thing?”

“I’m not sure, that’s something only you know.” York Charlie answered her without thinking.

Blanche Capra held the back of her aching head, she no longer knew how to communicate with York Charlie.

She was desperate.

…

Coincidentally, at that moment, Francesca Jones, worried about Blanche Capra’s condition, drove to her house to look for her.

As soon as he entered, he heard the sound of an argument upstairs that resounded through almost the entire villa.

The voice he recognized, and he was startled by it.

“What is York Charlie doing here?”

The maid was also worried, “I’m not sure, he said he came for madam, he said madam has hidden madam and wants her to hand it over.”

“Is York Charlie crazy?” Francesca Jones said and rushed straight upstairs.

Leaving the maid shaking her head, “Mistress is pathetic.”

Francesca Jones’s appearance was something unexpected for both Blanche Capra and York Charlie, especially Blanche Capra, she frowned, “Why are you here?”

She didn’t want anyone stirring things up right now.

“I just wanted to see how you were doing.” Francesca Jones explained, sweeping York Charlie out of the corner of his eye, “Looks like I didn’t come at the wrong time.”

There was no telling what York Charlie would have done to Blanche Capra if she had come a little later.

York Charlie, now, was a very different person than before.

Blanche Capra tried to get him to go back, but she had just grabbed Francesca Jones’ hand when York Charlie stared at her and said in a cold voice, “Heh, and moved in for help.”

Francesca Jones went to go up and retort to York Charlie, but was stopped by Blanche Capra, “Don’t you say anything, I’ll just do it myself.”

“But he did this to you …”

Blanche Capra shook her head as she looked back at York Charlie, although the tears were still flowing, her eyes had changed and become vacant.

“I’m going to tell you again, I didn’t hide Mom, if you don’t believe me, you call the police, you don’t come here and torture me, I’m really tired, I get it, you can’t think anymore.”

Her words were like red-hot iron, seared into his heart, and he could hardly bear the pain, so he simply let it out, layering it on Blanche Capra.

If she wouldn’t listen no matter what he said, then simply do it.

It was only on impulse that York Charlie thought of making a move on her, and before his head could react, he pushed Blanche Capra hand first.

Blanche Capra stumbled and fell to the ground, and if Francesca Jones hadn’t come over in time to hold her up a bit, she might not have been able to keep the baby with that fall.

Francesca Jones is furious at York Charlie’s behavior and helps Blanche Capra up off the ground, then without a word rushes up and grabs York Charlie by the collar and punches him in the face.

York Charlie was also taken aback by his actions and froze for a moment until he was woken up by his punch, he came back to his senses and the corner of his mouth had been grazed and was bleeding a little.

“York Charlie have you lost your mind, Blanche Capra she’s your wife, is that how you treat your wife?!”

York Charlie pushed Francesca Jones away, it was as if the point of his anger wasn’t that Francesca Jones had punched him, but that Francesca Jones had said what she said.

“She’s not, and even if she was before, from this moment on, she’s banished from THE Charlie family, THE Charlie family doesn’t need a woman who’s a scourge on the earth like her.”

Here we go again, York Charlie’s vitriol towards her was getting heavier now, she was angry but there was no way to argue.

Arguing wouldn’t change anything.

Because she loved him, he could torture her like this?

Blanche Capra cried uncontrollably, and Francesca Jones’ heart twisted at the sight of her in such pain.

He would rather have her laughing happily in York Charlie’s arms than look like this.

“York Charlie you need to know that words are responsible, what you say today you will regret sooner or later.” Francesca Jones advised York Charlie to tone it down.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Nah York Charlie couldn’t listen to anything right now.

“Whatever you guys say, I want someone now, come on, where’s my mom?”

Blanche Capra huffed and shook her head, “I really don’t know, I’m begging you, stop torturing me, I really don’t know and I didn’t hide mom.”

The way she whimpered and prayed to York Charlie, I felt sorry for her.