Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick) novel Chapter 148

It was probably because of the sedative that I was still a little dizzy. When I was running, I kept bumping into others. But I couldn't care too much.

When I arrived at the door, I saw a big van parked there.

Seven or eight people standing next to it.

I recognized Seth's parents at a glance.

They also saw me.

When I walked forward, Seth's mother came over and pushed me away directly, "Don't follow my son anymore! It's all because of you! You are such a hoodoo! If it weren't for you, my son would not have died!"

"Aunt, Aunt, forget it. Don't get mad." Someone beside her helped her up.

"Auntie, I was wrong." I looked at Seth's body in the car and pleaded with her, "I want to see Seth again, okay?"

"No!" Seth's mother blocked the door of the van and kept pushing me, "Hoodoo! Do you think you can make my son come back to his life?"

Seth's mother cried heartbrokenly.

She kept pushing me so that I could be separated from Seth.

I knew that if Seth's body was taken away, I would never see him again.

"Auntie, I..."

When I was about to beg her again, someone walked out from the crowd behind.

"Bang!" Before I came to my senses, I was slapped in the face mercilessly!

I only felt that my ears were buzzing.

When I looked up, I saw Angie standing in front of me.

She looked at me with red eyes and said, "Charlotte Archer, can you get out of here? You hurt Seth so badly. But you didn't repent. Now you killed him. And you still stay here. What else do you want to do?"

I, who had been slapped by her, didn't hate her at all. Instead, I blamed myself in secret.

Yes, it was all because of me.

If it hadn't been for that thing, how could Seth have rushed to City Y?

If he hadn't gone to City Y, he wouldn't have had to rush back to his hometown.

Then he wouldn't have encounered such an accident.

"It's all my fault."

"I killed him."

"Get out of here as far as you can. But never should you forget that you killed Seth!"

As Angie said, she directly raised her hand to close the door of the van.

Then she helped Seth's mother get in the car.

I stood still and watched them.

The van that carried Seth's body was getting farther and farther away from me.

When the car couldn't be seen, I finally squatted on the ground, buried my head deep in my knees, and said, "Seth... I'm sorry..."

"I am so sorry."

"If everything could go back to the past, I would rather that It was me who died."

The next day, I returned to City Y.

And I asked for leave.

I rented the room that Seth had booked for me.

I lived in it.

And I did nothing but sit on the bed in a daze, looking at the door, waiting for someone to knock on it.

I hoped that once the door opened, it was Seth who would come in.

However, every time, I was disappointed.

It was always the room service staff that came to knock on the door.

I stayed in the room for seven days.

On the seventh day, someone knocked on the door again.