Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 81

At that time, I was extremely nervous. What I feared most was that Rosy would force me to withdraw the complaint.

Based on how she favored me, if she made such a request, I surely would compromise.

Rosy nodded after hearing my words. Then she patted my hand and said, "Charlotte, sorry that you were wronged."

I lowered my head and said nothing, waiting for her to finish her words.

To my surprise, Rosy didn't persuade me to withdraw the accusation. Instead, she said to me, "Let everything take its course naturally. Caroline is spoiled by us. It's good for her to stay there and learn some lessons. But after she is there, Jeremy will find someone to help her. And she won't have a hard time there."

Of course, I knew that.

The cells in the prison were divided into different levels.

Only people who like me, who was abandoned and specifically "taken care of" under Caroline's instruction, would be put in the worst cells with people like Mrs. White.

However, if Caroline was put in jail, she naturally would live in a single room where there would be a TV and a computer.

Although she would be nominally referred to as a prisoner, it was just that she couldn't move freely.

After I came out of Rosy's house, I felt a little relieved.

Although I knew that Patrick wouldn't let me go so easily, I had secretly vowed that whatever he threatened me with, I wouldn't give in.

Patrick turned to me a week before the trial started.

By that time, I had hired a lawyer.

Moreover, the evidence for this case was solid. So the lawyer didn't have to do too much. It was only a matter of how the judge would convict Caroline and how long she would be sentenced.

Patrick stopped me at the door of my house.

That day, I went to a construction site and worked overtime in the company for the design drawings. It wasn't until 11 p.m. that I got home.

But Patrick had been waiting for me there till 11 p.m.

"Withdraw your complaint."

When he saw me, he went straight to the point and stated what he wanted briefly.

"Impossible," I replied decisively. After thinking for a while, I added, "Unless I die."

"Since I have said so, he should be very clear about my attitude, my standpoint, and my determination, right?"

I bypassed him and walked into the corridor. But Patrick caught up with me, pulled me into the stairwell, and pressed me against the wall.

Burying his head in my neck and pressing his thin lips against my ears, he said, "Withdraw the complaint, okay?"

This time, it was clear that he spoke in a gentler tone.

There were even some pleading tone in it.

I felt somewhat distressed for him. But I knew that it wasn't because of me but Caroline that he spoke in such a tone with affection.

I closed my eyes, clenched my hands into fists, and pressed them on the wall, "It's impossible. Unless I die."

My answer was still the same.

"Actually, I knew about this early. I know that you hate her in your heart. You are angry. And you want to take revenge in this way. I understand your feelings. So I have never intervened in this matter, allowing the police to investigate it all the time. Now she has been in the detention center for a month... If you think it's not enough, I can help her make it up to you."

Although his previous words made me angry, I didn't say anything.

But his last sentence infuriated me!

"Make it up to me for her? What do you have to do with her?"

I pushed Patrick away all of a sudden. And the sound control light in the corridor was on.

I looked at Patrick, feeling that my heart hurt so much!

I seemed to have realized something as I asked, "I got it. You are so kind to me these days. Originally, I thought that you did fall for me sincerely. Now, it seems that I have overthought it. It is just that you are so self-righteous that you think you are paying off the debt for Caroline, right?"

"Charlotte..."

"Don't call me by my name!" I roared. "You just said that I hate her. Do you think I don't hate you?! After all, it's all your fault! Everything happened because of the title of Mrs. Cowell!"

I paused for a moment before continuing, "I'm telling you, Patrick Cowell, I surely will hate you for the rest of my life!" Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

After that, I tried to bypass him again and walk out. But Patrick grabbed my hands so tightly.

He pressed me against the corner of the wall and said in a low voice, "You can hate me. You can hate her. But I won't let her got o jail."

Every word of his was like countless needles piercing into my heart.

They broke all my previous fantasies.

I felt so painful, so painful.

I stood still and refused to compromise, "Then you can hire someone to kill me. You'd better hurry up. Or the trial will be started in a few days."

After I said that, it was clear that Patrick was holding my wrist more forcibly. And I felt pain because of the pinching on my wrist.

But I didn't say a word.

Patrick said, "I won't kill you. But I will tear down the orphanage..."

"Tear it down. It would be better if you can get Glorious Seth Design closed down as well."

Before he could finish his words, I spoke first.

And I sated what he was going to say further.

Every time he threatened me, he would mention either the orphanage or Glorious Seth Design. He used these things to force me to give in over and over again.

But, I had made up your mind this time. And never would I give in.

The two of us just stood there. And we had been in a stalemate for a long time. It was so quiet in the stairwell that I could even hear the sound of Patrick's breathing and my heartbeat.

Although neither of us spoke, I unexpectedly hoped that this kind of time could last longer in my heart.

I was afraid that if Patrick let go of me and left at this moment, then we probably would never see each other again.

As I thought so, I heard Patrick say, "Then you'd better not regret it!"

His tone sounded cold.

It was as if the were talking to an enemy.

As soon as he finished speaking, he left.

Staring at his back as he left, I felt that I was so pathetic. As I cherished the time with him, he began to hate me.

"That's fine."

"In this way, I can better persuade myself to give up on him."

Originally, I thought Patrick was just joking. But the next day, I received a phone call from the old dean of the orphanage.

He told me that the site of the orphanage was going to be demolished, saying that they had to move. Because there wasn't a more suitable place yet, the ones in charge of the demolition only provided them with a dormitory building.

He called me to ask if I could help them with packing up their things on weekends.

After learning this news, I was surprised. However, I indeed have expected it to come.

I probably had some hopes in my heart.

I thought that Patrick wouldn't be so cruel to me.

But the reality gave me another hard slap in the face.

I promised the old dean that I would be there to help them pack up their things.

On the weekend, I went to the orphanage early in the morning.

Originally, I thought that I had made up my mind that no matter what would happen to the orphanage, I would let Caroline go to jail this time.

However, after I arrived at the orphanage, I saw such a scene in front of me.

The older children were packing up their things. While the younger ones refused to leave despite repeated persuasion. Some older ones were sitting on the basketball court with their heads hanging down. And some girls were hiding in the corners and wiping their tears secretly.

I looked at everything in front of me, which had all been donated by Patrick.

"I was grateful to him. But it's so cruel for him to take the orphange away from the children."

Originally, I was determined as I helped them pack their things up. But, a little girl ran over and hugged my legs, asking, "Auntie, can't we stay here? I like it here!"

I lowered my head and saw that her eyes were swollen from crying.

My heart ached all of a sudden. And I even felt that it was me who had caused all of this.