On the street.
Charlotte walked mindlessly with heavy steps. Her expression was blank and the rims of her eyes were red, as tears were congealed without dropping out.
The bag in her hands was squeezed out of shape, making it look more of inferior.
BANG!
Suddenly, someone passed her in high speed and knocked her down. Charlotte fell on the ground with her bag ripped, spreading everything inside on the ground.
The man who hit her stopped, and watched what happened in a daze.
After figuring out what was going on, the man quickly crouched down and helped her pick her things on the ground, then he handed her the stuff and said, "Sorry, I have to go. I am truly sorry. Here are all your belongings."
After returning the things to Charlotte, the man ran away quickly.
Charlotte stood still holding the things. Her bag was broken and couldn't pack up things anymore.
She lowered her head. Her downcast eyes made it hard to figure out her expression. Suddenly, she laughed in a low voice.
Passers-by kept a distance from her and didn't dare to get close.
Tears ran down from her face, dropping on her hands, and quickly soaked her sleeves.
Charlotte rubbed the tears on her face after a long time, picked up the broken bag, put things in it, rolled up the bag in case things falling off, and kept walking as if nothing happened.
At first, she was afraid Kennedy would laugh at her old clothes, and she decided to buy some at the nearest shop. However, her savings disappeared without a trace, and even her mother expelled her from home.
That was…her biological mother.
But she just…cast her out of home.
Sometimes Charlotte would wonder whether she was her real mother. Why did her mother spoil her sister while treated her so badly? She had tried so hard since she was young. She obeyed her parents, behaved like a docile child, and wouldn't argue with them. However, she didn't know what was wrong and her parents never seemed to like her.
She followed their order and married the man in the Moore Family instead of her sister.
However, nothing can be changed in the end.
Charlotte, you really were a joke!
It was late at night.
Kennedy sat beside the window alone, watching the lively and busy scene outside. He could only hear his own breath. In the past, that stupid woman would come out of the bathroom and got on her little bed to sleep, but today…
In the meantime, he frowned and looked toward that little bed in the corner of the room.
The quilt was neatly folded, and no one was there.
That woman…seemed to go out after returning from work and had not come back yet.
Kennedy looked at his watch. It was almost 11:00pm. Dame it! Did she want to stay out all night?
Nathan came up at this time and said to Kennedy respectfully, "Mr. Kennedy, I will go back if you don't have any orders."
"Wait." Kennedy turned around his eyes and hinted him to come over.
Nathan walked towards him and asked, "What's wrong, Mr. Kennedy?"
"Where is that woman?"
Nathan didn't realize who was that woman at first and thought it was the woman who once made sex with him. He scratched his head and answered, "I have already arranged people to search around the hospital, but we haven't found any single woman going to the hospital to do the inspection. Mr. Kennedy, I want to say something directly and hope you don't mind it. Well, maybe the woman who spent the night with you already has husband."
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