Mysterious male escort is a mogul novel Chapter 667

Chapter 667

Panic-stricken, Arthit ran off, leaving Charlotte bawling her eyes out in the rain with Mrs. Berry in her arms.

“Miss...” Mrs. Berry held onto Charlotte's hand tightly. Blood was oozing from the corners of her mouth, but she still mustered the strength to call out to Charlotte, “Miss...”

“Mrs. Berry! Don't worry. You'll be fine. You'll be fine! I won't let anything happen to you.” Charlotte quavered as tears trickled down her face. “You can't leave me like this! You're all that I have left... I have no one but you...”

Charlotte could not imagine a life without Mrs. Berry, who was the last ray of hope in her life that she desperately held onto.

She would rather get shot than let Mrs. Berry sacrifice herself.

“Miss...” Mrs. Berry's eyes were gruesomely wide open, and the tears strewn on her face were washed away by the unforgiving rain. The blood in her mouth made it difficult for her to speak. “You need to live... on...”

“Mrs. Berry...” The next thing Charlotte knew, Mrs. Berry's hand had gone limp, dropping to the ground.

“Mrs. Berry! Mrs. Berry...” Charlotte called her name in a trembling voice. “Mrs. Berry! This is not funny at all... Wake up... Wake up!”

To Charlotte's despair, no matter how urgently she cried for her, Mrs. Berry did not respond and simply lay lifelessly in her arms.

What had been an affectionate, loving, and chubby angel in her life became merely an empty shell.

Overwhelmed with shock, Charlotte's pupils dilated while her mouth was agape. She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs, yet she could not even make a sound.

She could not bring herself to believe that Mrs. Berry, the caring and dependable guardian in her life, had left her forever.

“No...” Charlotte clung onto Mrs. Berry's cold body, quivering uncontrollably. Looking up at the sky, her vision blurred as she broke out in tears. “Arghhh!”

She sounded like a desolate beast in pain. Her sorrow could not be expressed in mere words.

What have I done wrong? God! Why are you doing this to us?

Crimson stains of blood bloomed like flowers of death on her pristine wedding gown once more. But this time, it was Mrs. Berry's blood.

It should have been me instead!

Eventually, the ambulance arrived at the scene. Paramedics rushed to check on Mrs. Berry, but alas, they turned to Charlotte with conflicted expressions. “We're sorry...”