Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

“Then what’s with you locking me up like this now? The door is closed, are you raising me like a daughter?” Blanche Capra snapped back in a rather little girlish manner.

“I’d like to raise you like a daughter, wouldn’t you?” York Charlie’s tone was extraordinarily gentle, and one wanted to drown in it both physically and mentally.

“Come on, I’ve heard too much sweet talk. You come up with something practical, go get me discharged right now.” Blanche Capra’s heart was sweet, but she was hell bent on being discharged now.

She was getting hairy from being in the hospital and she had no doubt she was about to get moldy if she stayed any longer.

“I’m serious, I’ll get you discharged and take you home when the doctor says you can.”NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

At that, Blanche Capra sulked and stopped talking.

Although the hospital was filled with the company of York Charlie all day long, but what kind of person would like a place like a hospital that was filled with life and death.

A few moments later, as if she thought of something, she asked, “Did she come to the hospital, Ilya? Do you have any information on her whereabouts?”

This is the question she has been worrying about for the past few days, Ilya suffered so much at the wedding scene and her fiancé was seriously injured and hospitalized, she doesn’t know how she is now.

At her inquiry, York Charlie shook his head in apparent denial.

“She hasn’t come to the hospital, it’s like she’s evaporated. I’ve sent people to look for her too, but there’s no whereabouts. If a person really wants to hide from everyone, it’s not something we can easily find.”

How could Blanche Capra not understand such a simple truth, only that she didn’t want to understand it?

This whole Ilya thing, after all, she was a bit ashamed of the other woman.

“Stop worrying about these things, the most important thing you should do now is to worry about yourself.” York Charlie couldn’t stand the fact that she spent her days thinking about everything but herself.

Blanche Capra let out a long sigh, “Moren Howard is really something too, he hasn’t been around for long and he’s already stirring up waves between the few of us, he’s really not to be underestimated.”

York Charlie pondered for a moment, and exited with an exceptionally cold and stern voice, “Even if someone is more powerful, it’s impossible to be so perfect that there are no flaws that can cover up all the evil deeds, I will keep a firm eye on him. The accounts he owes us, I will let him pay back one by one.”

“When will injustice end, I only hope that no other innocent people will be harmed or implicated again.” Blanche Capra looked away as if for a moment, and did not say anything about avenging her own child who had innocently left this world.

“You mustn’t think much of it, I will bring Moren Howard to justice.”

Blanche Capra didn’t say anything more, it wasn’t as if she couldn’t let the other party off the hook for once as long as Moren Howard was able to get lost.

After all, grievances should be resolved rather than tied up, and there was no need for a heavenly grudge to come to the point of you dying and me living kind of thing.

“Right, Francesca Jones, how is he doing? When I went to see him the other day, he looked bad in that way, why don’t you go see him again for me.” Half an hour later, Blanche Capra was worrying about Francesca Jones again.

York Charlie was furious at the mention of Francesca Jones and grunted heavily, standing with his arms folded apparently not wanting to talk about anything regarding the man.

“Why don’t you say something? Is something wrong with Francesca Jones? You say clearly? How can I recuperate in peace if you don’t speak up.” Blanche Capra was a little anxious, she was aware of how badly Francesca Jones was hurt.

Now suffering from both physical and mental torture, she didn’t know if she could withstand it.

With his body in such a bad state and his wife and children still away, how lonely Francesca Jones must be by himself at this time.

“His things do not need you to worry about, he is not your people, his things naturally have his relatives for him to think.” York Charlie’s words were filled with jealousy.

Sometimes he even wondered if Blanche Capra hadn’t gotten that phone call that day, if she wouldn’t have visited Francesca Jones in the hospital, and if their child would be alive and well now.

Unfortunately, there are no “what ifs” in this world, and we are all responsible for what we do.

“What are you jealous of, Francesca Jones is my friend, I am out of the identity of a friend to visit each other. And … since the other party is eyeing us in the dark, even if nothing happens this time, something will happen sooner or later in the future.”

“It’s just sooner or later.” Blanche Capra pulled a smile worse than tears from her face, looking forced.

“Anyway, you can’t go see Francesca Jones again without my permission, and I’m solely responsible for your safety.” York Charlie was also bossy and said no means no.

Blanche Capra blatantly rolled her eyes at him, turning her back on him and refusing to look at the man again, which was pretty unreasonable.

But she did think, in her heart of hearts, that Francesca Jones should be able to heal herself well enough.

At the same time, she didn’t think that Francesca Jones would be disabled for the rest of his life, just a right leg, nowadays medical technology is changing rapidly, there is still hope that his right leg can be cured.

On the other hand, Francesca Jones, whom they remembered in their mouths and hearts, was really devastated and lived like a zombie every day.

She ate when she was fed, drank when she was fed, and had no will of her own.

Only when the TV occasionally showed something about Blanche Capra and the others, the color in his eyes could be slightly gathered.

“Son, will you stop it? Mommy will have the best doctors in the world treating you, and it won’t be long before you’re on your feet again.” Mrs. Cecelia looked at her son living like this for so many days, it was really a handful of bitter tears.

She never thought that her only son would suffer such bad luck on his wedding day, to her, that driver would not be too much even if he died a hundred times.

Even though the driver had died on the spot, it was still hard for her as a mother to get rid of her heart.

No matter what Mrs. Cecelia said, Francesca Jones always kept her mouth shut and just stared blankly at the white ceiling.

Faced with such a situation day in and day out, Mrs. Cecelia was trying to do everything she could to rekindle her son’s fighting spirit and happiness in the face of life.

Today, she had gone so far as to hit Blanche Capra with her idea.

Didn’t her son love that woman? If that woman was trying to persuade him, then he should listen to her, right?

After she figured this out, she immediately went to the front desk of the hospital to inquire about Blanche Capra’s hospitalization information, and successfully arrived at her resting room, which was guarded by a special bodyguard at the entrance.

Before she could even get close to the door, she was firmly held back by several bodyguards.

“Bouncers, I really need to see Mrs. Charlie, just tell her that I’m Francesca Jones’ mother. And please do me the favor of giving a pass.” It was the first time Mrs. Cecelia had spoken to a bodyguard in such a low voice.