Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

The family of four was sitting on the couch, with the little princess sitting on her father’s lap, and Mrs. Casey and Blanche Capra sitting on either side of York Charlie, one on the left and one on the right.

“Baby, there’s something Mommy wants to ask you.” Blanche Capra was the first to speak in a soft voice, lest she frighten her daughter with her heavy tone.

After all, what was lost was always more precious when it was found.

“Mommy, I know what you’re going to ask, are you going to ask me how I came back alone last night?” The little princess was smart, she knew what to ask as soon as her mom opened her mouth.

Moreover, she had clearly seen the situation of the “three court hearings”, but she still understood what to say and what not to say in her heart.

In this short period of time, Uncle Hobert is trying his best to be good to himself, she can’t do the thing of revenge.

As the saying goes, “The kindness of a drop of water should be repaid by a spring.”

After Blanche Capra nodded, the little princess slowly said, “It was the uncle who took me away who sent me back, that uncle has always been kind to me, he didn’t hurt me.”

At those words, all three parents were stunned.

The uncle who took the little princess away? Wasn’t he the one who kidnapped her this time, why would he come up with this again?

It was really bizarre and strange.

A child’s world was pure and untainted, but adults would inevitably think deeper to see if there was something sinister in it.

Blanche Capra looked panicked and quickly asked, “Did that man give you any medicine?”

A horrible thought rose in the back of her mind that perhaps the other person had given her daughter something she shouldn’t have.

The little princess nodded honestly, a single syllable of “yes” escaping her throat.

Blanche Capra’s heart dropped into her throat, “Come on, mommy will take you to the hospital to get checked out. Don’t be afraid, no matter what it takes, mommy will fix you up.”

As she said that, she was on the verge of crying out of sadness.

“Mom, what are you saying? Why can’t I understand a single word. I’m not sick, there’s no need to go to the hospital. I’m already cured, it was that uncle who brought me to the doctor and fed me medicine.” The little princess blinked her eyes in confusion, not understanding how her mother’s face changed so quickly.

At that, Blanche Capra’s breath plummeted back into relief.

Of the three parents, York Charlie was the only one who saw most clearly and plainly, and he could see his daughter’s defense of the kidnapper.

There must be a demon when things go wrong.

“Good girl, tell Daddy what has happened in the last few days since you were taken.” He desperately wanted to know what was going on, and then find out the behind-the-scenes clues from it.

Immediately after that, the little princess confessed how good Uncle Hobert Butler had been to her all these days, only without divulging the other party’s name.

This was the only thing she could use to repay Uncle Hobert Butler, and she knew deep down that as soon as Uncle Hobert Butler’s name was revealed, her father would definitely set up a dragnet to hunt him down.

In that case she would be a bit of a white-knuckle enabler.

After listening to the little princess’s experience in the past few days, the three of them coincidentally fell into a long silence.

This is probably a fluke, and the daughter is lucky to have run into such a “humane” kidnapper.

They did not ask who the person was, this matter seems to be over, the fact is that they can not find out any information behind the scenes, so they can only put it aside.

With the return of the princess, the family returned to their original home the following day, and with it, Francesca Jones, who returned to Ilya’s side.

Ilya’s heart was always filled with joy.

To put it nicely, “You’ve abused me a thousand times, but I treat you like my first love.”

To put it bluntly, it can only be summarized in two words: bitchy.

But what can Ilya do? The one who fell in love first is already the loser.

Now she has not yet realized a truth: love is never divided into winners and losers, and there is no such thing as losers and winners, there is only love or no love.

“Francesca Jones, hurry up and propose to my family, I’m having your baby.” On the day Francesca Jones came back, she handed him the ultrasound paper that had the appearance of an unformed fetus.

At this time, she was so humble that she wished to lock this man’s heart with a child.

Suddenly heard these words, and then looked at the ultrasound paper in his hand, everything has been clearly and plainly laid out in front of him.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

It was that night, and their only night.

It really was a shot in the arm, but Francesca Jones was rejoicing with genuine joy inside his heart at the moment, he was going to have a baby, he was going to be a father.

“Francesca Jones, are you happy? We’re going to have our own baby, will you touch him?” That’s what he said, but Ilya had already pressed his hand to her belly.

Through a layer of clothing and a layer of belly, because the fetus was too small, nothing could be touched at all, but Francesca Jones felt a kind of kinship that was connected to her blood.

A smile gradually spreads on her face, happily surging the woman in front of her into her arms like a child, “Ilya, thank you, thank you for giving so much for me.”

“As long as it’s for you, I’m willing to die even if it’s for you.” What Ilya said was true in every word, it was never a delusion.

“Ilya, I will propose marriage to your family as soon as possible, and I won’t even condescend to you and our child in the engagement and marriage ceremony.”

“And ah, you are now a pregnant woman, some things are superstitious, but what should be avoided should still be avoided. Words like death, no more.”

Francesca Jones’ face softened and her voice was gentle.

Ilya realized that the distance between the two of them seems to have been drawn in a lot because of this child, although it is still a little short of being close to the heart, but now it is also very good.

It was a night of joy for some and sorrow for others.

The Charlie family and Francesca Jones were the happy ones, and Moren Howard was the latter.

Receiving the full amount of money back from Hobert Butler and learning that Clivia Charlie had returned to the Charlie family unharmed really pissed him off.

Red wine a cup of not knowing drunk into the throat, the whole face is a dark and mournful and indignation.

“Why … why did not succeed, why a small child I can not deal with.”

“Big brother, you in heaven must bless me to avenge you, I will definitely avenge you.”

“York Charlie … I want your whole family to bury my big brother with me.”

The hatred in his eyes gradually deepened as the alcohol surged through his cerebral cortex, as if only the word “hate” was the only driving force that kept him alive.

Every late night was consumed by hatred.

On the other hand, Hobert Butler, who sent the little princess away, was also bored and nestled in the sofa watching the drama.

It was probably about the three or two things between the rich and powerful families, and as he watched it, he thought of that little girl, and wondered how she was doing when she got home.

The next second he laughed to himself, he is here blindly worry about what, a thousand dollars of Miss return to their own home is naturally a thousand good.

At this moment, a terrible idea suddenly rose in the bottom of his heart, anyway, no one has seen his true face, perhaps he can go to work in the Charlie Group?

In the next second, he slapped his own head, he would not be out of his mind, right? Isn’t this a moth jumping into the fire?

He was asking for his own demise.

So in order to paralyze himself with this unrealistic thought, he picked up a bottle of beer on the desktop and poured one bottle after another into his stomach.

As the cold beer rolled across his throat, he felt a little ridiculous.

For a little girl that he had only been with for a few days, was he out of his mind?

Outsiders can only sigh a sentence, the feelings in the world some times is so marvelous, by you do not believe.