Chapter 91
Charlotte couldn’t help but feel that Mrs. Jasper Sr.’s tone held a hint of impatience.
Was she seriously implying that if charlotte didn’t forgive Vivian, she would be the one in the wrong?
Charlotte was just about to speak when Sean cut in fest.
“Grandma,” his voice was calm but cold, “with all
hall due respect, whether she forgives her or not is Cudotte’s choice. No one has the right to pressure her.”
Mrs. Jasper St.’s expression darkened. “Sean, are you blaming nw now?”
“I’m not,” Sean said evenly, his face unreadable. “I’m just asking you not to put her on the spot.
Seeing Sean stand up to his grandmother for her, Charlotte no longer hesitated. She gently squeezed his hand and said, “Alright, I forgive her.”
Sean caught the signal in her eyes and her soft touch, and the sharpness in his expression eased slightly-
Viviansaw it all, and her jaw clenched so tight it nearly cracked.
Her nails dug into her palms as she thought darkly, “Charlotte Riley. One day, I’ll make sure you disappear from this world,” she silently remarked.
Later that night, Charlotte was jolted awake by the shrill ring of her phone.
Gruaning, she humbled under the pillow and squinted at the screen through heavy eyelids, without checking the number, she sleepily hit acce
Ablast of lood, chaotic bar noise erupted from the speaker, making her wince and hold the phone way
“What the hell…she muttered, already annoyed “Who is this?”
There was to response.
Say something!
There was still no answer. Just loud, chaotic background noise.
Charlotte forced her heavy eyes open and glanced at the caller ID.
Unknown mumber
“Zar Gibson?” she stapped, her voice sharp with initation.
Fully, there was a response,
Zac’s voice came through–raspy, slurred, diendied in alcohol “Charlotte, it hurts so much. Why won’t you even look at me? I really love you. Please, just, just look at me, once. I’m so much pain…”
That did it
Charlotte’s patience snapped like a rubber band
She already had trouble falling asleep. It had taken her forever to drift off, and she had finally been having a nice dream. Now, thanks to Zac and his drunk dialing, Ut
And she had work in tlar inseming
a fury bubbling inside her wouldn’t let her.
She nearly hung up then and that but the i
If she didn’t give him a piece of her mind toniglu, she would never get any prace
*Zat, ate you out of your damu mand? If you’re in so ulipain, go die already. Don’t drag me juro your drama to jump ott a bridge or check into a psych ward- just stopcalling the T’in sick of your crap tæt lou!”
Zac didn’t seem the least but fated intact, Jur even let out a dazed laugh
“Maybe I trally ametary,” lie manured. “Because all i cangilink abusit is you. I can’t even pletuse anything else. And yeah.. I wanna die. But it I die, I won’t see
“You’re insane!” Charlotte yelled and hung up. She slanted herpbosetace down, hit the mute switch, and pulled the covers back over her head.
At the ban, Zat was completely wasted, slumped in a booth with two overly made–up women pressing into bus from both sides.
“Bally, you’re drunk,” one of them patred, stroking hitched “Let me take care of you tonight…..”
The other leaned in, her valce ayudy–aweed. “Ward some company, handsome? I’ll make you feel so much better
That was when Wendy stored in and saw the per
“Get the hell away from him!” she shouted, livid. “All of you get lost! Don’t you dare touch my man!”
The two womenbolted like scared cats, scrambling to get out of her way
Wendy glared down at Zac, who was completely out of it. She gutted her teeth, took a deep breath, and half–dragged him out of the bar.
