Chapter 16:
Charlotte didn’t dare to go home early. She killed some time at Diana’s before reluctantly heading home for the night.
As she was on her way, she thought of a plan to avoid talking to Kennedy. She was going to quickly take a bath and bury herself under the blanket and turn off the lights. She figured Kennedy wouldn’t drag her out of bed when he saw that she was asleep.
What she didn’t expect, however, was that Kennedy had come home earlier than usual.
When he entered the house, Kennedy had just finished washing up. Nathan was behind him as he dried Kennedy’s hair with a towel. When he saw Charlotte, he only glanced at her for a second before looking away.
He was completely unaware of her presence.
Charlotte thought this was a good thing for her. She went to a corner and grabbed a set of clothes before going into the bathroom.
Charlotte wasted a lot of time in the bathroom because she dreaded the possibility of confronting Kennedy.
Suddenly, knocking on the bathroom door broke her reverie.
Charlotte was still thinking about something when a cold voice sounded on the other side of the door.
“You think this bathroom belongs to you? How long are you going to stay in there?”
Charlotte nearly jumped and slipped when she heard that. Luckily, she managed to grab hold of the wall in time.
“I’ll be out in a moment.” Charlotte turned off the shower faucet and hurriedly dried her body with the towel. She pulled her clothes on in one smooth motion before stepping out.
She wanted to get away from him but, unfortunately, Kennedy wasn’t going to allow it.
When she came out of the bathroom, her hair was still damp and messy. Her damp hair hung over her shoulders, and moisture seeped into her freshly changed clothes.
“Are you thinking of using the bathroom, I’m done.”
After saying that, Charlotte crept around him in an attempt to put some distance between him and her.
With a sudden noise, her wrist was grabbed by Kennedy roughly.
Charlotte instinctively opened her eyes as she stammered looking at his hand, “What, what are you doing?”.
Kennedy let out a sneer as his other hand slowly spun the wheels of her wheelchair.
She faced him and announced, “Charlotte, the promised moment has arrived.”
His voice was unflappable but menacing.
Charlotte was very bad at lying. She replied in a tiny voice, without even looking him in the eye, “I know. I’ve already gotten rid of the child.” Yes, she was that stupid.
In the end, she couldn’t think of any workable solution to her problems.
Nor did she have any idea how to convince Kennedy to accept her son.
Sure, she didn’t know the origin of this child, but she knew very well that the moment this life form appeared inside her, that child was one with him from then on.
If she could easily kill this child, wouldn’t it make her a murderer?
“Is that so?” Kennedy let out a cold laugh, and the tone of her voice rose slightly.
Charlotte was so nervous that her eyelashes were visibly trembling. Her voice became even softer, “I-I-I really did abort the child…”
After saying that, with trembling hands, Charlotte produced something that looked like a bill and showed it to Kennedy, “This is proof that I’ve aborted. Take a look.” Kennedy did not reach out to take the sheet of paper.
A foreboding sense of unease lingered in the air.
Charlotte’s head hung low, and her still damp hair dripped water from time to time onto the floor.
“I’m serious.” added Charlotte, but her voice lacked confidence.
Kennedy snorted coldly and snatched the sheet of paper from her hand, “Who is so reckless as to conspire with you in falsifying this evidence? Do you think this piece of shit can fool me?”
The sheets of paper crumpled and were tossed at Charlotte’s feet.
Charlotte snapped her head up as a shudder ran through her weak body. Her pale, lifeless lips quivered, “You…”.
The grip on her hand suddenly intensified, and Charlotte had the feeling that her wrist was going to break soon. She furrowed her eyebrows seemingly in pain, but made no sound as she bit her lips hard.
“I’ve long assumed you’d never come clean with me.” Kennedy exerted some force and drew her into his embrace. He gave her no chance to squirm. He put a plastic bag in her hand.
Charlotte looked at her hand and saw that inside that plastic bag was a white pill.
As if a terrible thought suddenly occurred to her, her face paled as she tried to get rid of that plastic bag. Her intentions only invited Kennedy to exert more force in her grip.
“I hate your kind the most. You’re selfish, but you play innocent to destroy other people’s families. You came into our family with an illegitimate child and it’s obvious you harbor some malicious intentions. Do you think you can run away so you won’t face the consequences?”
He untied the plastic bag himself and a bloody, vicious smile played on his lips.
“Don’t you want to be part of the Moore Family forever? Come, swallow this pill and then I’ll make you Mrs. Moore Family.”
Without even having to think hard, Charlotte knew what that tablet meant. Her face turned even paler and her whole body trembled uncontrollably within its embrace.
“No, I don’t want to! Kennedy, you must believe me. That test is not a fake at all. I’ve already aborted my child, please believe me this time, okay?”
Kennedy’s eyes were devoid of any warmth, and he pinched her chin easily and forced her mouth open. His other hand shoved the tablet into her mouth mercilessly.
Charlotte resisted fiercely, but her paltry strength, naturally, could not match that of a grown man. She could not move an inch of her muscles and could only watch as he shoved the tablet into her mouth.
A bitter medicinal taste spread in her mouth as it came in contact with her tongue, but Charlotte felt that bitterness instantly assault her heart. Her insides were beginning to churn.
“Let…let me go…”
“Swallow it.” Kennedy continued to apply even more force to make sure the pill disappeared in his mouth. His expression made him look like a zombie. He carried out all of this without even blinking, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
Charlotte finally reached her limit by making a vomiting sound.
Kennedy frowned at the sound.
Sensing that she might actually vomit, Kennedy loosened her grip.
The next second, Charlotte sprung to her feet and bolted in the direction of the bathroom.
Kennedy watched as her diminutive figure entered the bathroom and leaned over the sink to vomit up the contents of her stomach. Her expression became even uglier and her gaze clouded with hostility.
Charlotte continued to vomit like there was no tomorrow. The bitter taste that belonged exclusively to a medicinal pill would not disappear in her mouth. This disgusting sensation made her vomit again and again.
However, luck was in her favor. That pill finally got out of her system. She didn’t swallow it after all.
Charlotte was only able to return to normal after who knows how long. At that point, she was so tired that her body felt very weak. She forced herself to clean the bathroom briefly before collapsing on the toilet bowl.
Even though she had bathed not long ago, her forehead and neck had beads of cold sweat on them.
Her belly ached so much…..
Charlotte unconsciously grabbed her belly.
She was sure she hadn’t swallowed the pill, so why was her stomach hurting so much? Could it be that she had swallowed a small part of that medicine after all, and that it was already starting to cause some changes in her body?
As she thought about this possibility, Charlotte’s eyes twitched nervously.
She rose lethargically from the toilet bowl and staggered out of the bathroom.
Kennedy pursed his lips in a line, “Where are you going now?” Charlotte didn’t answer him as she kept moving forward.
“Stop right there!” barked Kennedy. Charlotte froze at his call and her little body wavered for a moment. The next second, without warning, she dropped to the ground like a doll.
