Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Shireen Miller had a heart in her throat, why? Why was she so unlucky in everything she did? Unlucky enough to find out that she was pregnant, so unlucky that she decided to go and get rid of the baby unnoticed, but then out of nowhere someone appeared, recognising her not to mention tearing up her slip!

Why was there always some inexplicable person appearing around her?

The person in front of her saw Shireen Miller jumping to her feet in anger, but instead, she laughed more and more happily, ”Miss Miller, can’t you see that I’m destroying your body for you? Your name shouldn’t appear on a piece of paper like this! If someone sees it, you’ll be finished!”

Shireen Miller clenched her palms tightly and gritted her teeth, “What am I supposed to do? Am I going to keep the baby?!”

The visitor snapped his fingers, “That’s right! You’re keeping it!”

Shireen Miller froze, then her eyes deepened, “What do you mean?”

The visitor laughed, “I thought you wanted to marry York Charlie? Then why don’t you just say that this child is York Charlie’s? That way, a resistance can be turned into an aid. Miss Miller, why can’t you turn a corner?” He pointed to her brain.

Shireen Miller didn’t pay attention to his mockery, but caught the point of his words. Turning the baby into York Charlie’s would make it more likely that she herself would marry York Charlie!

Maybe, once she spoke to Mrs. Casey, their marriage would be finalised!

Shireen Miller could not help laughing.

“Miss Miller,” the man suddenly called to her, “don’t be too happy,” Shireen Miller was jittery in her mind again, and heard the man say, “if you don’t behave, I’ll will tell York Charlie about your rape by a strange man and see if he still wants you!”

“No!” Shireen Miller immediately spoke up, “Don’t tell him!” She looked at him pleadingly, “Just don’t tell him, I’ll do anything you want! I’ll be good!”

“That’s right.” The man smiled in satisfaction.

Shireen Miller went straight from the hospital to Mrs. Casey with a few uneasiness, a few expectations.

When she told Mrs. Casey she was pregnant, Mrs. Casey uttered a surprised, “It’s true?” She thought for a moment and then asked, “Was it that time upstairs?”

Shireen Miller bowed her head in mock shyness.

“It was good! A heavenly good thing!” Mrs. Casey took her hand, “Don’t worry, you’re having our THE Charlie family’s baby, and I’ll make it right in name only! I’ll find a way to make York behave and marry you! There you go! Those messed up cats and dogs will never have a chance to marry into our THE Charlie family again!”

Mrs. Casey was genuinely happy.

Shireen Miller also had a face of undisguised joy, but was ultimately weak-minded and harboured a few apprehensions in her heart.

…

Blanche Capra is still in the hospital.

Only she began to eat three meals a day, on time. After Mrs. Casey came and made a scene, and Francesca Jones was dragged over to save the day, and York Charlie left with an uncertain attitude, Blanche Capra’s heart has been empty and aching.

She knew that she didn’t really want to see him sad at all. It was just that more often than not, she just liked to be angry with him and make him feel bad. And then when she was angry, she felt remorseful, and couldn’t help but feel soft, so she also felt heartbroken.

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After Francesca Jones left that day, Blanche Capra sat in silence for a long time, until she felt her arse was sore, then she lay back down again. The nurse who changed her medication brought her a meal, a young nurse who said things so old-fashioned, as if she were older than she was, and looked at her as if she were a little girl who was fighting and not eating.

She didn’t seem to be busy working at all, and after changing her medication, she sat by her bedside with her lunchbox, and the first thing she said when she opened her mouth was actually, “You don’t want to eat? How about I feed you?”

Blanche Capra froze and shook her head firmly in return.

Then she sighed and said to her, “Don’t want me to feed you, then why don’t you eat when you have arms and legs, and you’re good looking, and you don’t have any terminal illnesses, and the sky isn’t falling and the earth isn’t cracking?”

I don’t know why, but after listening to such a plain and simple question from her, Blanche Capra’s heart suddenly quieted down. All the noise, all the clamour, all the troubles of the world, all the pain and suffering of the red world, all seemed to become as light as dust, and could not stir up a single sound.

Blanche Capra looked at her without a word.

The young, fresh-faced nurse looked at her, and went off to open her lunch-box again, and then supported the bed-table for her, and put the lunch-box on it, and took her hand and put the chopsticks into her hand.

“Eat up,” she sighed softly, “Eat up your stomach, then you’ll have the strength to think about something else, to live on. I wonder how many people have died because they didn’t have food, or couldn’t eat. …”

Blanche Capra pursed her lips, and surprisingly, actually went for the food.

She took a bite, just into her mouth, this nurse across the street smiled, her eyebrows curved like a crescent moon. Blanche Capra thought this smile of hers was so beautiful and warm. Blanche Capra thought it was strange that the vegetables in her mouth seemed to really taste a little better.

Blanche Capra ate her meal in silence while her thoughts churned.

Why could some people be so innocent? As if there was nothing worth worrying about, as if they felt especially, especially satisfied just by having a full meal?

Some people, on the other hand, have all sorts of worries. Tossing and turning all night long, not thinking about their meals.

Blanche Capra stopped and asked her, “Have you … ever had a time when you couldn t eat and had no appetite?”

That nurse thought for a moment and nodded, “Yes, when I’m sick. But I still force myself to eat a little. This is good for the body.”

“And …” Blanche Capra asked after a pause, “Have you ever, ever had a heart attack?”

The young nurse took a little longer to think this time, she seemed to fall into a memory, but then quickly broke out of it, “There was an earthquake in the middle of the night, and my dad, mum, grandpa, grandma, and my brother, they all died …” she said softly. “I was the only one who survived.”

Blanche Capra looked up at her.

She smiled a little bitterly, “So for a long time after that, I didn’t dare to go to sleep at night, and even when I did, I would dream about them. It’s kind of a heart condition, isn’t it? I thought about each and every one of them, and I couldn’t eat even when I thought about them, and I lost everything overnight. Sometimes I ask myself, why, why am I the only one who survived?”

Said here her eyes a little red, “At that time I was thirteen years old, nothing, no home, no family, I even feel that I live alone, is to suffer …” she paused, after a long period of silence and then smiled again. “But who has not experienced despair and disappointment, low valley and abyss in this life? Of all the millions of people in this world, am I the only one, or are we the only ones? Definitely not! It’s something that almost everyone goes through! Because no matter how different we are born, how different our looks and character and abilities are, how different we have, we are all human beings, and as long as we are human beings, we will go through this!”

She looked at her, “Regardless of the degree of difficulty and hardship, what should be experienced, will always be experienced. But these millions of people, haven’t so many of our ancestors survived for generations? Why, then, can we not even bear this ourselves?”

Blanche Capra was caught up in her words, seemingly baffled and awakened by her question. What seemed to be light and dark, what seemed to be sadness and joy, all eventually dissolved into a silent, light laugh.