Charlotte and Ivy slept like rocks.
The next morning, Charlotte was woken up by a phone call. She answered groggily, only to hear Sky's voice on the other end.
"I heard from Rose that you were in a bad mood last night and even had some drinks. Did someone mess with you? I'm coming over with people right now. Don't be scared!"
The moment she heard that, Charlotte snapped fully awake. She quickly said, "No, wait! Don't come. It's fine! I can handle it myself!"
But Sky wasn't having it, and his tone turned icy. "Tell me exactly what happened last night."
Charlotte didn't want to worry her family, so she played it down. "It's nothing, really. I just ran into some people from the past with the same old nasty attitudes. They tried to guilt me with the whole 'we brought you up' angle…"
She made it sound casual, but Sky instantly pieced it all together. His expression went cold in an instant, and his voice dropped. "Did they have the nerve to ask for something?"
He could still remember the condition Charlotte had been in when they found her six years ago.
At the time, she had been thrown out with nothing. She had no job and barely had any money. She couldn't even afford a halfway decent place to live, just some rundown apartment in the old district where the roof literally leaked.
When they finally got to her, it had been pouring rain. She had been surrounded by a group of thugs, and something awful almost happened.
All of that was thanks to how cruel the Perry family had been. They were the ones who had pushed her to the brink like that.
And those two projects they had given the Perry family were more than enough to repay any so-called "debt of gratitude" for bringing her up.
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