Mr. Charles's Hidden Wife

Chapter 195 Henson's Pissed Off

Howell immediately piped up in a bold manner, "I was doing it for-"

Henson interrupted him before he could even finish. "I don't care who you're doing this for, just know

that I will never ever forgive you again if you save such a person like her in the future, you hear me?

Ugh, stop talking and go over to held your lecturer up. You better come home with me when you reach

the ground floor," he commanded.

A flurry of discussions instantly erupted from the crowd afterwards.

"Wait, so Howell is actually from the Charles family?" one asked.

"Ah, so that's why Master Henson was so anxious, it was because he wanted to save his own brother,"

another said.

"Why would people even say that the Charles' Brothers aren't on good terms? They look just fine to

me," one commented.

"Don't take the rumours to heart," another whispered.

Howell suddenly came to a realisation.

He realised that the reason his brother had silenced him was because he didn't want him accidentally

saying things he shouldn't have,

and that his brother did so also to protect Sister Wendy from getting shoved into the limelight. So, this

was the real reason he'd sold his brother out.

Why was it that he deemed his wife more important over his own brother's personal privacy?

He was literally enforcing the trope of neglecting his own flesh and blood for his lover.

This caused him to pout in frustration. It was so unfair. He was the one who'd clearly saved his

brother's wife, so why was it that he had to take the fall for everything in the end?!

Such injustice!

He later merely obliged and walked over to Wendy's side to prop her up. "Are you alright, Miss Evans?"

he asked.

As soon as she got up on her feet, she crumbled back onto the floor.

After all, she just had almost died, so it was only natural that she was still reeling from the whole ordeal.

"My heart's just beating a lot faster than usual. No biggie," she muttered through shaky breath.

After a while, she spun around and walked over to Tracy's side.

"You should be happy that you saw him for who he really was before you graduated. I can't even begin

to imagine how you'd feel if you got married and had kids after you graduated, only for him to say that

he'd already found someone else and that she was his true love all along. I fear that you and your kids

would be even more miserable if that were to happen.

"Look, literally any man can make promises about the future like that. It's so easy to promise this and

that, but so hard to fulfill all of them, you know. So, remind yourself not to be a fool and get caught up in

other people's words so easily next time. Now that you've got a taste of death, do you still feel that you

should be responsible for this piece of jerk?" Wendy probed.

Tracy then looked up at her with tears streaming down her face. "I'm so, so sorry for what happened

just now, Miss Evans... and thank you," she sobbed.

Wendy didn't say anything and merely turned around to face Linda.

Linda gave her a nod and said, "You should get some rest. I can handle the rest from here on," she

assured her.

With that, Wendy tailed behind both of the Charles siblings to follow them downstairs.

After leaving the rooftop, when Henson saw her struggle to walk properly with her trembling legs, he

pushed down the stifling feeling in his heart and went up to her to princess carry her.

A few girls staying on the fourth to sixth floors caught wind that the girl had already been saved, so they

started scrambling up the stairs of the building to get a glimpse of Mr. Charles.

When she heard the sound of footsteps coming from downstairs, she quickly whisper-shouted at him,

"Put me down, I can walk by myself,"

"Shut up," he shushed her under his breath.

After noticing a few people climbing up the stairs, she decided to steel her beating heart, close her

eyes and pretend to be unconscious.

After all, there was nothing strange about carrying someone who had fainted.

Howell, who was standing to the side, remarked in a whisper, "Wendy's a genius,"

Henson rolled his eyes at him. "Cut the crap. Go clear the stairway for me," he snapped.

Howell rolled his eyes at him too.

Honestly... Even after taking the fall for her, he'd been scolded for it too. He really felt like giving himself

a hug now.

He speedily ran down the stairs to usher the girls away. "Move aside, girls. Someone fainted and needs

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Just like that, both Charles siblings managed to descend the building without a hitch.

Henson's lecture was promptly cancelled, while Wendy and Howell both received permission to leave

campus early.

On the way driving home, Henson had Howell sit in the back.

Howell shot her a glance. He knew that things wouldn't end well for her too after his brother saw the

stunt she pulled.

While seated in the car, she'd sneak glances at him periodically, feeling guilty.

He was so obviously pissed off right now.

After hesitating for a while, she piped up in a gentle manner. "I thank God you came in the nick of time

today. If it weren't for you, I'd probably be dead by now. You're a lifesaver, Henson. My hero," she

praised.

He shot her a chilly glare instead. "Flattery won't get you anywhere this time," he sneered.

"I'm not flattering you, I'm just thanking you for saving me. Also, you shouldn't get angry at me since I

did it to save someone too," she said and pouted.

"That almost cost you your life, so what are you talking about 'saving someone'? You're clearly

unqualified to save anyone so stop acting like you're some hero," he scoffed.

"Look, I'm an educator, so I can't possibly just stand there and watch, right? Linda and I just so

happened to pass by the building and with so many students there looking up to us, we naturally had to

climb upstairs to stop it.

Isn't that a good thing to you?" she argued.

"Right, you went to save someone with a colleague, so why is it that you're the one who was left

dangling over the ledge and was the one who almost lost her life and not your colleague? That's

because you're an idiot. You're human too, so when you're put in dangerous situations where you can't

even save yourself, the only wise decision to make is to flee or ignore it.

"Who told you that a professor's assistant had to sacrifice herself just to save another? Are you saying

that your life isn't worth more than a person who doesn't even want their own? If they truly wanted to off

themselves, who told you that you should join them?" he snapped.

This was the first time Henson had gotten so angry at her.

He was even yelling at her now.

Even Baron, who was driving, daren't breathe when he witnessed the state his Master was in.

After staring at him for a while, she pouted in reply and stretched out a hand to put in on his arm.

"Alright, alright, calm down. Don't I look perfectly fine right now?" she asked.

However, her response enraged him further. "'Perfectly fine'? How are you this dense when it comes to

your own safety, Wendy? What if Howell didn't catch you? What if you slipped from his hands? What if I

didn't manage to make it on time? I could've been on my way to the burial grounds to shout at your

gravestone by now if any one of those scenarios happened, you know?!" he hollered.

She then faced him with a pitiful look on her face. "You're right." she muttered.

He shot her a glance through the corners of his eyes. Why wasn't she this obedient back then?

She pouted again. "To be honest, I didn't feel anything the moment I got dragged over the ledge,

because everything was happening so fast. It was only when I was dangling over the edge where I

finally realised what it truly meant to fear death.

"It didn't seem like I was dangling in mid-air for long, but a lot of thoughts raced through my mind then.

When I heard Howell say that he was starting to lose his grip and that I could feel my body sliding

forwards, a dark thought actually surfaced in my mind. I asked myself, 'should I let go of Tracy's hand?'

"After all, if it weren't for her, Howell could've easily pulled me up. She was the one who decided that

life wasn't worth living anymore and wanted to kill herself over it, but I didn't want to die with her. I still

had a lot of things I wanted to do in the future, like get married, have kids, and fulfill all those

expectations my mother left for me," she ranted

and turned to look at him. "Do you think I was a terrible person at the time, Henson?" she asked.

"The only really terrible people would throw their own life away for the sake of saving others. Either

way, it's too dangerous on campus. You can either quite your job or I send some bodyguards to keep

watch of you from tomorrow," he huffed.

"Oh no, please. It's really safe on campus," she said as she started panicking.

"This might be true for other people, but apparently not for you, since you even managed to make a

deadly situation that has a 1 in a 1000 chance of happening apply to you. You're really something,

aren't you," he scoffed.

She pursed her lips as she looked at him. She knew that nothing she said could quell his anger at this

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