Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

The doctor who saved her life came, and OLD LADY Elsa went into the emergency room again, and once again, a bunch of people were waiting outside the door either in panic and anxiety or worry and fear for the result. This time, old lady Elsa was not rescued like last time: the holy white without a trace of dust, but covered all the colours of old lady Elsa’s life, and the end was the darkness of that painful suffering, struggling and hopelessness.

Or perhaps, the old lady in looking at the first darkness has been cut off the breath of life. By now, there was a wailing outside the emergency room, both true and false. And the culprit, Mrs. Casey, had fallen back in her chair, panicking inside.

How Blanche Capra hoped that she had misheard, or that the doctor had made a mistake, or that grandma Elsa was just momentarily out of vitals, or …

She slid helplessly down against the wall, her eyes so empty and blank that she couldn’t even feel the sadness inside her. Only, a bead like tears sliding down the cheeks, as if accompanied by the sound of “ticking” fell to the ground, as a heavy rain before the clouds in the first drop of a burst of rain.

Another person … lost, she lost another person … a person so transparent and clear, able to embrace all her pain, a person to pull her from the past to the present, a person to give her warmth and potentially support her belief in love.

grandma Elsa … She, just like that, is gone forever. No longer a vibrant smile to see, a warm hand to touch, or penetrating eyes to cry into.

All that is left to live in the past, in memory.

Blanche Capra crouched to one side, alone and disorientated, for what seemed like an eternity, and then only a few moments, when a sharp, sobbing voice almost pierced her eardrums, and at the same time called her unknowing soul back into her body.

“York! It’s her! It was all her! She’s the one who killed your grandmother!”

Blanche Capra slowly raised her eyes and rose from the floor, her face expressionless, devoid of sadness or joy, and those tear-stained eyes had returned to their normal state, the tears drying on her face.

Blanche Capra didn’t have to look to know that Mrs. Casey must be looking scandalised and accusing at the moment, and the thievish gesture really made her want to laugh, and don’t think that just because she didn’t say anything it really meant that she didn’t know anything.

She was so flustered at the time that, in retrospect, Mrs. Casey, who stood by the bedside at the time, and who, it may be said, might have seen the last of the old lady Elsa, could not but be suspicious.

Blanche Capra not to look at Mrs. Casey, but will cast his eyes to a few steps away from the front: that has a pair of deep like the night sky, deep like the sea of the eyes of the man, that stood there in a slender posture, temperament as cold as snow, and at this time a body of the coldness is even to freeze to death around everyone’s man.

That man, now, also lost an important person. What was he thinking of now? Would he believe what Mrs. Casey said? Or, would he stand by her without hesitation, as Grandma had said.

What, exactly, would he do in response?

“York!” said Blanche Capra, not waiting for a word of response from York Charlie, but only to be swept over by his deep eyes, and to hear Mrs. Casey opening her mouth with impatience, as if she were going to do all she could to make York Charlie believe her. “You see this transfer of equity, which I picked up under your grandmother’s hospital bed! She was trying to take over the shares of the Charlie Group, and forced grandma to sign this transfer, that’s why grandma was killed by her!”

Mrs. Casey’s righteous indignation and grief was so hard to hide that she even squeezed out a few tears at this moment. She pointed one of her fingers at Blanche Capra, who stood on the side looking indifferent and emotionless, and handed the so-called found transfer of shares to York Charlie to read.

Blanche Capra quietly looked at York Charlie, only to see that he looked at the transfer for a while, and then slowly raised his eyes, that cohesion of the deep sea under the storm, actually made her look at the breath stagnation.

She was really afraid of what he would say next.

Sure enough, as expected, she heard York Charlie’s voice with a huskiness after restraining his emotions, “Isn’t that right?”

Blanche Capra almost subconsciously tried to take a step back, subconsciously trying to hold onto the wall, but it was as if she was back to her self, who was so good at disguises. She laughed softly, disdain and mockery in her voice, “If things really are as your mother says, then I must want more than just these shares.”

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Blanche Capra realized that her voice was also slightly hoarse, as if she had been crying.

Unfortunately, Mrs. Casey did not give the two men time to talk; she seized every opportunity, and did everything she could to throw this pot of filth over Blanche Capra.

If she succeeded, Blanche Capra would never be able to turn over, never be able to enter the door of the Charlie family, and the inheritance given to her by old lady Elsa would also be regarded as null and void, and she would have removed this thorn in her side once and for all!

“Blanche Capra has been taking care of the old lady for a long time, and I don’t know what she said to her, but I always felt that the old lady’s state of mind was deteriorating day by day, as if she had something on her mind, and then the old lady wanted to make her her heir to the estate, and that was even stranger! And now there is this ulterior motive of the transfer of equity, the old lady is inexplicably … you say, she can still get off the hook?”

Blanche Capra listened with the same indifference, as if she had not been the one whom Mrs. Casey had been accusing, and even Mrs. Casey herself could not help admiring the woman. Even Mrs. Casey herself could not help admiring the woman, but admiration was followed by great scorn, and how could such a person not be scorned?

Blanche Capra had actually been watching York Charlie’s reaction, but today’s York Charlie was just too unintelligible, more puzzling than ever. His eyes were still as deep as ever, his face as indifferent as ever, only all coldness was several times heavier than usual.

Of course, she could tell that he was in a really bad mood, but it was the fact that the rest of his reaction was so normal that made it all the more puzzling. There was no sign of the sinking sadness that followed the loss of a loved one, no sign of the suspicion and anger that resulted from the sudden death of a loved one for no apparent reason.

Blanche Capra felt that she still knew too little about him. So much so that she would be afraid and uneasy, because in her heart, she was not at all sure what he would think of himself, whether he would believe her or not.

At that moment, the two thin lips of York Charlie she was staring at moved, still rippling with a few words, “What do you say?”

What do you say? Blanche Capra smiled over her shoulder, why did she hear what felt like he was asking, “How do you explain it?”

What was there to say, what was there to explain? There were all sorts of plots and tricks and flowery words for others to slander her however they wanted, and she simply didn’t have time to respond to and refute them all, and why should she have to use extra words to prove her innocence when it came to him? Obviously he should be able to judge for himself ah … Obviously he knows whether he is such a person, whether he has done such a thing ah …

“Say what you will, believe it or not.” Blanche Capra threw down one last sentence and left without looking back.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Grandma, I think they’re going to give her a good send off, right?

Goodbye, grandma … York he, actually did not say a word to believe me yet …