Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 395

In fact, I didn't mind changing for this house.

In contrast, I'm more willing to live in Aristocratic Family Complex where Rosy once lived. I like here.

All the good memories of the Archer Family had happened here.

After Tracy agreed, she changed her shoes very reluctantly.

I also changed my shoes.

While I was looking around the house, Tracy had already made her way into a guest room. Before entering, she said fiercely to me, "I'll go to bed first. We'll go through the formalities tomorrow morning. If you dare to go back on your words, you'll be finished!"

"I won't go back on my words."

I said calmly.

After she entered the guest room, I went into Rosy's bedroom, which was still the same as before.

However, Rosy's photo was placed on the cabinet at the side, and a bouquet of withered chrysanthemums was placed in front of it.

I approached and saw that the chrysanthemums had already withered completely, and there was even a thick layer of dust around it.

It seemed that no one had come in for a long time.

I looked down and noticed that there was also a layer of ash on the ground. A line of footprints left as I came in.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Grandmother loved me most, and it was unbearable for me to see her house become dusty like this. I went to the tool room and took out some cleaning tools.

When I brought everything out, I felt weak from head to toe as I stood there.

I stood there and thought for a minute and recalled I had eaten nothing the whole day except for breakfast.

I looked up at the clock. It was only ten o'clock, and there should be some small stalls that were still open outside.

I examined my pocket. Luckily, there was some change in it.

I took the change, left a gap in the door and stuck it with something, and then went out.

Not far away from the neighborhood, there was a stall that was set up by an old lady to sell late- night snacks. It was supported by a small gas

stove which could cook wonton, noodles, and etc.

I ordered a bowl of noodles. After eating it, I went back for cleaning.

I began cleaning from downstairs.

I didn't know it was so dusty until I cleaned it, I even wondered if no one had been in this house for five or six years.

All the corners of the room were covered with a layer of dust, which was almost one centimeter thick.

I wiped and mopped, after cleaning up the downstairs, I went upstairs, first started to clean from the guest bedroom, study room and tea room, but I always avoided the room where Tracy was in.

When I finished cleaning the bathroom on the second floor, I cleaned up all the tools. Then, with gratefulness and nostalgia in my heart, I entered Rosy's room.

I began to clean the room.

I wiped the floor at first, however, I almost knocked out Rosy's photo when I did that.

So I directly put the photo in the corridor.

Then I came in to clean the master bedroom again.

After I cleaned up everything, I put the tools back and only left a rag. I repeatedly wiped Rosy's deadee for several times, and then I intended to go back to my room with the deadee in my arms.

At this moment, the door of Tracy's room behind me opened.

A sound of "creak" was uttered at the moment.

I couldn't help butturn around.

The lights in the corridor were off. When Tracy came out, she used a phone for illumination.

I turned to look at her. She was just holding her phone to beam towards me...

I didn't intend to speak to her. When I was about to turn around and send the deadee back-

"Ah!!!!"

Tracy suddenly shouted, threw the phone away, and kowtowed to me, "Mom! Mom! Don't look for me, don't look for me, that's what my brother wanted to do, it has nothing to do with me. Please, let me go!"

I stood there and soon realized what had happened.

I thought for a moment. Then I lowered my voice and only made an "ah..." sound.

The voice sounded very hoarse.

Hearing this, Tracy was instantly dumbfounded.

"Mom! If you want to haunt someone, then go to find my brother. I didn't agree with him switching your urinary tube, but he threatened me. There's nothing I can do!"

What?!

I was shocked!

Rosy's death was not an accident!

I stood still there, with the portrait of Rosy in my arms, and my heart was cold.

What on earth did she mean?

Could it be that Rosy's death was caused by the conspiracy of her children?

I stood there, walking towards Tracy step by step.

Tracy didn't seem to have woken up and was truly stunned. "Mom! Mom! I was wrong, I was wrong! Don't look for me!"

She kowtowed as she spoke.

When her head hit the wooden floor, a clear sound was heard!

When I walked to the front of Tracy, I looked down at her and asked normally, "What do you mean by what you said just now?"

When Tracy heard my voice, she stopped all her movements.

She looked up at me, responded for a few seconds, and shouted, "Charlotte?! What the f*ck are you doing? You don't sleep at midnight, and pretend to be a ghost here. Is there something wrong with your brain?"

I looked at her calmly. "There is not any problem with my brain. There is with your brain. You did something wrong, so you're afraid that ghosts will come to knock at the door at night."

"What are you talking about!"

Tracy's phone's light was shining upward, and a little light could irradiate her face.

There was nothing else on her face other than a guilty conscience.

Tracy picked up her phone and turned to walk towards the bathroom. Without chasing after her, I turned around and put the portrait back.

After that, I blocked Tracy at the door of the washroom.

It took about half an hour for Tracy to come out.

As soon as she opened the door and saw me standing there, she was scared to take a step back and barely stood still. Then she looked at me and said with impatience, "What are you doing? Why don't you sleep in the middle of the night!?"

"Tell me clearly what you just said. What's wrong with grandma's urinary tube?"

'Today, if I don't figure this out, how can I sleep!' That was what I thought.

As I spoke, I switched on the lights in the corridor.

The orange light shone on Tracy's face. The woman's face was still pale because of the shock. She said impatiently, "I don't know. You need to ask your father."

"I'm asking you!" I threatened her. "I still keep the video of you that year. Listen, anyway, you know what's my situation now. I don't want to be alive anymore. I'm not afraid to announce it in public and have a life-and-death struggle with you!"

In fact, I was not sure if the video of Tracy I took was still there.

But I still needed to say that.

Hearing this, Tracy's face turned even paler. Biting her teeth tightly, she was unreconciled to look at me, "Charlotte, you're too despicable!"

"Haven't you done something wrong that gave me an opportunity to be despicable?" I said with a cold look in my eyes.

Tracy was incensed. After hesitating for a while, she finally opened her mouth and said, "Most of this matter was done by my brother. I only know a little bit, so I can only tell you what I know."

"Alright, tell me about it."

I nodded.