Chapter 49:
On the street.
Charlotte walked mindlessly with heavy steps. Her expression was expressionless and the rims of her eyes were reddened as tears froze without coming out.
The bag in her hands was scrunched up, giving her an even more inferior look.
BANG!
Suddenly, someone rushed past her at high speed and knocked her down. Charlotte fell to the ground with the broken bag, scattering everything inside on the floor.
The man who hit her stopped and watched in a daze.
After realizing what was happening, the man quickly bent down and helped her pick up her things on the floor, then handed her the things and said, “I’m sorry, I have to go. I’m really sorry. Here are all your belongings.”
After handing Charlotte’s things back to her, the man quickly ran off.
Charlotte stood still holding the things. Her bag was broken and she could no longer pack things.
She ducked her head. His downcast eyes made it hard to guess his expression.
Suddenly, she laughed softly.
Passersby stayed away from her and dared not approach.
Tears slid down her face, falling onto her hands, and quickly soaked her sleeves.
Charlotte rubbed the tears off her face after a long moment, picked up the torn bag, stuffed the things in it, rolled up the bag in case she dropped the things, and walked on as if nothing had happened.
At first, he feared that Kennedy would laugh at his old clothes, and decided to buy them at the nearest store. However, her savings disappeared without a trace, and even her mother threw her out of the house.
That was… her biological mother.
But she just… kicked her out of the house.
Sometimes Charlotte wondered if she was her real mother. Why did her mother spoil her sister while treating her so badly? She had tried so hard since she was young. She obeyed her parents, behaved like a docile child, and didn’t argue with them. However, she didn’t know what was wrong and her parents never seemed to like her.
She followed their orders and married the man from the Moore Family, sacrificing herself for her sister.
In the end, however, nothing could be changed.
Charlotte, you really were a joke!
It was late at night.
Kennedy sat alone by the window, watching the bustling, bustling scene outside. He could only hear his own breathing. In the past, that stupid woman would come out of the bathroom and climb into his little bed to sleep, but today?
Meanwhile, he frowned and looked toward that small bed in the corner of the room.
The quilt was neatly folded and no one was there.
That woman… she seemed to have gone out after returning from work and hadn’t come back yet.
Kennedy looked at his watch. It was almost eleven p.m. Did she really want to stay out all night?
Nathan walked up at that moment and said to Kennedy respectfully, “Mr. Kennedy, I’ll be back if you don’t have any orders.”
“Wait.” Kennedy rolled his eyes and motioned for him to come closer.
Nathan approached him and asked, “What’s the matter, Mr. Kennedy?”
“Where is that woman?”
At first Nathan didn’t realize who this woman was and thought it was the woman who once slept with him. He scratched his head and replied, “I’ve already had people look around the hospital, but we haven’t found any women who go to the hospital to do the inspection. Mr. Kennedy, I want to tell you something directly and I hope you don’t mind. The woman who spent the night with you may already have a husband.”
When Kennedy heard this, he became furious, which made Nathan take a step back. Nathan said sheepishly, “Mr. Kennedy, I’m just kidding, how could this be possible?”
Kennedy narrowed his eyes and asked in a deep voice, “I’m asking about that woman.”
“Which one?” Nathan rubbed his head cluelessly.
Just as Kennedy was about to lose control of his anger, Nathan finally realized who he was talking about and straightened his chest suddenly, “You’re asking about Miss Wilson?”
Kennedy didn’t answer.
Nathan looked around, “Well, she should be here, where did she go?” The veins in Kennedy’s forehead popped out.
“I don’t know! Why are you asking me?”
Nathan said, “…Well. I’ll have someone look into it as soon as possible.”
After fifteen minutes, Kennedy grew impatient: it appeared that the woman would not be back tonight and Nathan had not told him anything about her whereabouts.
Nathan came in as Kennedy was about to leave, pushing his wheelchair by himself.
“Mr. Kennedy, I have information.”
At the bar.
The bar was a scene of feasting and revelry. Charlotte leaned over the counter, sipping one glass of wine after another.
“One more, please.” Charlotte took a swig from her glass and pushed the empty glass toward the bartender, “Strongest drink.”
Charlotte said so loudly that some of the men sitting around cheered her wild behavior.
It was customary for Charlotte to have a stomach bleed after a social gathering. However, every time she came home with an exhausted body, her husband had already fallen asleep and did not attend to her.
Charlotte had a low tolerance for drinking, but over time, she improved her limits.
It had been a long time since alcohol had made her drowsy.
Nathan pushed Kennedy into a dark corner and pointed, “Here you are, Mr. Kennedy.”
She was sitting in an obvious spot, and Kennedy saw her at first glance.
She was wearing a simple white T-shirt and washed-out jeans. Now, she was sitting in front of the bar with her figure as slim as a high school teenager’s and her loose pigtails down, extending gently over her shoulder and blocking half of her face.
The various colors of light impinged on her face through her hair, creating a foggy feeling and making her three-dimensional feature appear a little softer. Her face was flushed and she had clearly had too much to drink.
“It looks like Charlotte is drunk and quite sad, should I bring her here?”
Kennedy remained silent, but the blue veins in his forehead already told her how angry he was.
A man had been paying attention to Charlotte for a long time and came over to accost her. He put his hands on her shoulder and asked, “Look how beautiful you are! Why are you so sad? I’ve seen you drinking here alone for a long time, do you need me to come with you?”.
Charlotte looked at him with blurry eyes, grimaced and shook her hands, “Leave me alone.”
The man was surprised. He never thought this soft, gentle girl would be so cold in her gaze, like a lake on a mountaintop, with no brass or ripples.
“Well, I’m just trying to be nice. You’re drunk and I just want to join you. Don’t be so eager to turn me down.”
Then the man held her slender waist in a flirtatious manner. Even though Charlotte had had a lot to drink and had become dizzy, she knew this man was dangerous!
“Leave me alone…”
“Hands off.”
