Farewell To My Endless Love novel Chapter 43

Charles's POV:

At half past five, I drove to the TV station to pick up Scarlett so that we could go to the hospital together to visit Grandma. I had been waiting for twenty minutes, but she still had not come out.

Thankfully, I saw one of her colleagues, Nina. I asked her where Scarlett was, and she told me that Scarlett left a long time ago.

I took out my phone and tried to call Scarlett, but she did not answer.

Then, Grandma called.

"Where are you? Scarlett hasn't had dinner yet. Come to the hospital and take her out to eat."

After hanging up the phone, I pinched the bridge of my nose and heaved a sigh.

Scarlett avoided me on purpose. This morning, I had told her that I would pick her up after work and then we would come to see Grandma together. Obviously, she turned a deaf ear to me and went to visit Grandma on her own.

On my way to the hospital, all I could think about was venting my anger on her.

But when I arrived at the ward, I could not believe what I saw.

Scarlett was gone.

"I don't understand why you won't just listen to me, Charles. Now you have to suffer the consequences," Grandma said sarcastically, looking at my disappointed face.

I stood beside her bed, struggling to school my features into neutrality. I was so angry at Scarlett that I thought about all the ways I could punish her.

But I was afraid to show Grandma how I really felt because she would definitely laugh at me.

"Why didn't you make her stay, Grandma?" I whined, and I instantly regretted it.

"She insisted on leaving when she heard that you were coming. Did you expect me to tackle her and pin her down?" Grandma backfired. I could tell that she wanted to tell me off about Scarlett again, but this time, she bit down her tongue.

"Someone threatened her yesterday by trashing her place with paint. I think she could be in real danger."

"Then get out of here and find her. No. Call her first. Find out where she is." After I told her that Scarlett could be in danger, Grandma immediately urged me to call her and locate her.

I hesitated. I had already called her many times when I was waiting for her at the TV station and on my way to the hospital earlier. She had not answered any of my calls. I dialed again now, and the result was the same.

I wanted to be furious, but dejectedness got to me first.

Seeing that I was not getting through, Grandma picked up her phone and tried calling Scarlett herself. Scarlett answered on the first ring, which pissed me off and saddened me at the same time.

Obviously, Scarlett did not want to talk to me.

Glancing at me with disdainful eyes, Grandma put her phone on speaker and spoke gently. "Scarlett, dear, where are you? Are you okay? I'm worried."

"I'm all right, Grandma. I'm home. I want to clean the mess up while I have time."

As soon as I heard that she was at home, I turned around and left. I did not bother to look back and check if Grandma was glaring at me.

Twenty minutes later, I arrived at the place where Scarlett lived. The smell of paint in the air was not completely gone, which made me wrinkle my nose.

I covered my mouth and nose with my forearm and pushed the doorbell. I had to ring several times because no one was coming to answer the door. Scarlett must still be pretty shaken from the attack.

"Scarlett! It's me! Open the door!"

I yelled to assure her that I was not a threat.

After a few moments, the door swung open, and the strong smell of paint hit me in the face like a brick.

The place was a mess, almost like a colorful garbage dump. Scarlett stood at the door and stared me down. She was wearing an apron and rubber gloves, and she was all sweaty and panting. She must have been cleaning for a long time.

"Let's go," I ordered with a frown.

"What? Where?" She looked at me in confusion.

"You're not going to live here anymore. You're moving into my house."

"No. I want to live here. This is my home." She stepped back and looked at me warily as if she was afraid that I would drag her out and away.