Chapter 6
Charlie suppressed the coldness in his eyes. “I didn’t realize where my heart truly was before–I mistook my reluctance to let go of you for
love. Now I understand that I only love Adriana. When Adriana comes back, you can go overseas.”
My soul was floating in the air, and I couldn’t help laughing at the scene in front of me.
To Charlie, there was no right or wrong between women; there was only jealousy. With him being the one who was fought over, whoever he favored would be in the right.
When he favored Maria, he thought I was bad in every way. In his eyes, everything I did was part of a scheme. He knew Maria’s flawed statements, but he still found fault with me. He humiliated me only to make Maria happy.
Now that I was dead, he regretted it all. It was then he remembered the good times we had in the past and even felt a little annoyed with Maria.
He’d treat someone like treasure when he loved them, then like dirt when he didn’t. This was how Charlie did things.
But it didn’t matter. What he took from me, he will have to repay immediately and in full. Maria was still trying to weasel out of it. “I just love you too much… Charlie, Adriana is dead. We grew up together. No one is more suitable for you than I. Let me be at your side instead of her!”
Julia heard the noise and rushed over. Seeing this, she quickly tried to
smooth things over. “Maria is right. Adriana is dead anyway. Are you going to stay unmarried forever, just for her?”
“Shut up!”
Charlie suddenly became furious and grabbed Maria’s neck. “Adriana is not dead! She just left in anger! She will be back soon!”
Seeing Maria’s face flushed and the whites in her eyes starting to show, Julia hurried over to stop Charlie. It was unexpected that as soon as Charlie let go, Maria shouted with bloodshot eyes, “Charlie, do you really love a woman who killed your own child, with her own hands?
“It is a fact that Adriana kills our child with her own hands!”
“No!”
The young girl, who was hiding behind the door and eavesdropping, stood up. I remembered her. Her name was Emma. She was a kitchen maid at the Sullivan house. She owed me favors. When Charlie put me in solitary confinement, she secretly brought me food at the risk of offending Charlie.
Emma shouted, “Ms. Jones‘ child died of suffocation due to seafood allergy! It has nothing to do with Mrs. Sullivan!”
She mustered up her courage and took out the forgotten swaddling clothes. Charlie frowned and lifted the white cloth. The child’s lifeless face was covered with dense red spots, and that proved everything she said.
Maria’s face turned pale, and she still wanted to argue. “You are talking nonsense! My child is the reincarnation of a saint. The mark on his face is a mark of a saint! It is the symbol of him being a saint!”
Chapter 6
Maria still wanted to rely on that farce about her son being the reincarnation of a saint to bail her out, but Emma just continued with a suppressed voice, “When he was born, the doctor said that he could not eat seafood. It was Ms. Jones who personally asked the kitchen to send food containing seafood…”
“Charlie, he was our flesh and blood! I was the saddest one when he died! How could I be so cruel as to use him to frame Adriana?”
Maria interrupted her loudly, but the next moment, there was a knock on the door and the butler stood outside the door respectfully.
“Mr. Sullivan, there is a man who calls himself Mr. Sanderson outside looking for Ms. Jones. He claims to be…”
The butler paused, his eyes swept over Maria imperceptibly, and then said, “He claims to be Ms. Jones‘ husband.”
When he saw the person coming, the color on Maria’s face instantly faded.
