Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

For the sake of her son, she could endure anything, not to mention that this was something that could be accomplished with a few words.

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“Ma’am, there is a woman at the door claiming to be Francesca Jones’s mother and wants to see you, what do you think?”

“Ask her to come in.”

Francesca Jones’ mother, naturally, could be considered an elder, and Blanche Capra had no reason to refuse not to meet her.

The bodyguard quickly invited Mrs. Cecelia in after being ordered.

“Auntie, may I ask what you came to see me about?” Blanche Capra inquired of the other, half lying on the hospital bed.

Mrs. Cecelia didn’t bother with pleasantries, her son’s condition was a top priority in her eyes nowadays, and in a few words, she explained how Francesca Jones had been doing in the past few days, and stated her intention of hoping that the other party could go and persuade Francesca Jones.

Mrs. Cecelia knew better than anyone how much her dead-eyed son loved Blanche Capra.

Unfortunately, it was all for naught.

Learning the whole story, Blanche Capra did not delay any longer, dragging her newly recuperated body, she followed Mrs. Cecelia to Francesca Jones’s hospital room.

As soon as she enters, she senses the heavy, oppressive air that surrounds the ward.

As the center of attention in the whole ward, Francesca Jones was lying lifelessly on the hospital bed, not even bothering to blink his eyes, and surrounded by a disheveled aura.

When had Blanche Capra ever seen him in such a dejected state, and the sight of it really stung her eyes.

Since she’d entered, Mrs. Cecelia had had the good sense to call off all the attendants around her and thoughtfully closed the door to the room behind them, leaving them in a separate, confined space.

Let’s just hope that this woman’s arrival will rekindle her son’s fighting spirit and he will come back to life once more.

Blanche Capra took one step closer to the man in the hospital bed, but Francesca Jones didn’t hear her, only immersed in her own narrow world, unwilling to go outside.

Pulling out a chair, she sat down beside him and patiently called out “Francesca Jones”.

She called once, but not again; she was sure that Francesca Jones was self-aware, and that he could hear her.

It was only a matter of time before he responded.

As luck would have it, after a few minutes, Francesca Jones’s head aimed at the ceiling finally gave up a fraction or two and veered to Blanche Capra’s side.

Eyes met in mid-air and nothing came of it, just a calm stare.

Francesca Jones uttered her first words in days, “I don’t want to see you.”

Yes, he didn’t want to see Blanche Capra again, he didn’t want the other man to witness his predicament, it would embarrass him to no end.

He was a man, but now he was lying completely incapacitated in such a small hospital bed. What a ridiculous and pathetic thing.

“I don’t care what’s in your heart, but you have to get back on your feet. I didn’t come here to comfort you, and I’m not about to comfort a coward.”

“Please use your head, who are you putting on this lifeless look for? What do you get out of it except your mother’s heartbreak? Don’t you understand the principle that the pro’s hurt the con’s?”

“And Ilya and the baby in her womb are a responsibility on your shoulders, how can you just fall apart and abandon them like that? Are you even a man?”

Each of Blanche Capra’s words was a sharp knife and blade, every word scraping at the other woman’s bloody mind.

It wasn’t as if Francesca Jones didn’t understand these truths, but whether or not she could go through with it was another matter.

“Blanche, you stop talking.” Francesca Jones’ entire face suddenly crumpled into a ball, her face looking as pained as possible.

Those simple truths, how could he not understand them, but knowing them did not mean that he would follow them.

“You think carefully, you really want to let your mother for you again day and night fear? Do you really want your wife and children to be homeless?”

Coldly shrugging this off, Blanche Capra got up and walked out towards the door.

As she was about to open the door and walk out, she turned back to add, “Francesca Jones, don’t make me look down on you.”

With her eyes fixed on the person, Francesca Jones instantly felt like she was a presence with nothing to hide under the other woman’s eyes.

As she left, Blanche Capra gave Mrs. Cecelia a reassuring look, informing the other party that everything was resolved.

The former spirited Francesca Jones would be back soon, and she was sure that Francesca Jones would figure it out on her own.

On the other hand, Moren Howard is drinking a glass of wine in his villa for taking down the Jones family and the Charlie family in one fell swoop.

Everything was going just as he wanted it to, as long as he added more fuel to the fire, the Charlie Group would cease to exist.

He couldn’t help but see an eerie curve in the corners of his mouth as he thought about it, soon he would be able to fulfill his goal of revenge.

Elena Lawrence looked at him like this, but from the bottom of her heart spread a sad emotion.

She was also a person with right and wrong, these days she searched behind her back and searched a lot of relevant information from back then.

From the information, she could conclude that Moore Howard was not a good person.

The reason why Moore Howard had a bad end was all the result of his own sins, no one else could blame him.

But why did Moore Howard go out of his way to avenge him after he did so many bad things.

This, no matter how much she thought about it, she couldn’t figure it out, but she didn’t want to watch Moren Howard take his own life.

Evil can’t suppress good, it’s been true since the beginning of time.

Moren Howard would go on like this, sooner or later, he would go down the same path as his big brother.

“Moren …” she wanted to say, not wanting to anger the other party while at the same time trying to wake them up.

“Hm? What do you want to say?” Moren Howard was at the height of his excitement, wrapping an arm around her waist inquiringly, his tone surprisingly good.

When confronted with him like this, Elena Lawrence instantly didn’t want to disturb such a good mood, after all, it was really rare.

Moren Howard was seldom truly happy, shedding that surface layer of camouflage, his whole being was gloomy and difficult to calm, and it was heartbreaking to watch every time.

“Moren, I want to find a peaceful place with you, where we can get away from the world and start over in a place where no one knows us.”

After much hesitation, she finally said what her heart desired. There was no way for her to go against her heart, in the past she chased after fame and fortune, but now that she had met someone she liked, she just wanted to live a plain life of washing and cooking for the other person.

That is the whole pursuit of the rest of her life, she used to think that for a man to have children to form a family to dedicate themselves to the rest of their lives is not worth it, women can also be just as bright, women are not much worse than men.

But now she is subverted the previous idea, the original as long as the side accompanied by a favorite person, those worldly fame and fortune will no longer seem so important.

“Elena Lawrence, when my revenge plan is over, I can give you whatever you want.” It was impossible for Moren Howard to have no feelings at all about these words in his heart, but his obsession all along was revenge, and once he started the gears of fate could not be interrupted.

“How long are you going to carry out your revenge plan? Isn’t the current situation satisfying enough for you? York Charlie and Blanche Capra are already disgraced and blamed by the world, is it your wish for them to die?” Elena Lawrence followed up with a pressing question.

And those words really spoke to Moren Howard’s heart.

Why should York Charlie and the others be alive and well and have a happy family when his older brother died without a trace?

He would never accept an ending where his brother went to hell and his enemies got away with murder.

“Yes, I want them dead, I want them to enjoy the most extreme pain in the world after they’ve been disgraced, and then I want to slowly torture them to death. I want to use their blood to honor my big brother.” Moren Howard became more and more agitated as he spoke, and a ghastly scarlet color was already flashing in his eyes.

Elena Lawrence was startled by the extreme eerie aura that emanated from him for a moment, and for a moment she actually froze in place.

It took a while before she spoke again, “I just don’t want you to go into a cocoon.”