Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick) novel Chapter 173

I turned around and looked at the ones who were talking.

They were two young women who were strangers to me.

Without any deliberation, I went straight over and said to them, "People cry and shout sadly in front of the living ones, which is just a show. Nothing is as good as being filial to the deceased when she was alive!"

It seemed that the two women didn't expect that I would face them head-on.

They were both stunned for a moment. And one of them said, "Being filial to the deceased when she was alive? Were you filial to her?"

"That's right! I heard you got a house from Mrs. Rosy! And the shares!"

"Yes, if someone gives me these things, I'm willing to do my filial duty as well."

The two women said one after another.

Everyone turned to look at us after we had a quarrel.

Tracy walked in immediately and said to me with a gloomy look on her face, "Don't make noise here! Don't you know where you are

now? It's your grandmother's memorial service!" "I know." I looked at the two women, "Who are they? It's my grandmother's memorial service. Could it be that any random ones can show up here?"

"Random ones? You're the random one!" The two women were angry.

One of them said to Tracy, "Auntie, I came here for my uncle's sake!"

"Well, I'll drive her out."

Tracy smiled at the two women and then said to me, "Get out of here! Don't make trouble for me here!"

I was confused. According to how the two women had addressed Tracy just now, they were juniors. And Tracy was an elder.

Why did Tracy treat them so well?

The way I saw it, it was Grandmother's memorial service, anyway.

Grandma was lying there. I didn't want her to die without peace.

I rolled my eyes at the two women and went out.

After I went out, Tracy sorted out the signature book and said to me without ever looking up, "Charlotte Archer, when my mother was alive, she was the only one that recognized you as a member of the Archer Family. We didn't refuse to recognize you because of her feelings. Now my mother has passed away. You are no longer a member of the Archer Family."

"Do you think I will care about it? I always feel that my grandmother is the only relative I get." After I said that, I took two steps forward. Thinking of something, I walked back and said to her, "I would be here on the day of Grandmother's funeral. And it will be the last time I came here."

At this moment, Tracy raised her head and looked at me with a complicated expression in her eyes.

Before she could agree, I left after that.

I walked out with my bag. As soon as I went out, I saw Shelton's car parked there and that he was standing next to the car.

When he saw me, he smiled faintly.

As I approached him, I couldn't be more depressed in my heart. At first, I didn't want to say anything. However, I thought of the fact that Shelton had sent me here and that he had been waiting for me for a long time.

I hesitated for a moment and said, "Thank you."

Shelton seemed to have noticed my strangeness. He put one hand on my shoulder and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I'm fine..."

I lowered my eyes. And Rosy whom I had seen for the last time was all over my mind.

She, who was lying there, seemed to have fallen asleep. How could she not wake up again?

When I was confused, I heard Shelton say, "Come on. I'll take you to a place."

He pushed me into the car before I could react.

He started the car.

About a few hours later...

The car drove to an entrance of a small courtyard. He took out a key and pressed a remote control on it. After that, the iron gate slowly opened.

He drove in.

And he parked his car.

Then he got out of the car, grabbed my wrist, and walked to a house in the courtyard.

I probably hadn't recovered from Rosy's death. As he did these things in a row, I didn't even intend to resist.

It wasn't until he opened the door to a room...

And I saw that it was pitch dark inside.

It wasn't until he pulled me and wanted to go inside that I began to resist.

I vented my anger in this dark room. Originally, I stood there. In the end, I was sitting.

It was unknown how long I had been crying. I only knew that my throat was hoarse and that my eyes were swollen later on. Finally, I fell asleep amid the faint smell of disinfectant.

To be continued...

By the time I woke up again, it had been bright around. I took a look at the time on my cell phone.

It was 4:37 p.m. on the day of Rosy's memorial service.

"Where am I..."

I got up and looked out of the window.

There were all kinds of flowers and plants outside. It seemed to be a small yard.

A yard...

Only then did I realize that I was still in that dark house. But at this time, the light-proof curtains had been pulled open. And the whole house was no longer dark.

There was a pair of white slippers in front of

the bed.

I put on the slippers, opened the door, and went out.

I saw Shelton lying on the sofa in the living room with his eyes closed and glasses on as well as an English book by his side.

Looking over across the living room, I could see a white shirt hanging in the yard.

I recalled that I had sniveled a lot when I cried. At that time, I was so excited that I seemed to rub my snivel on his shirt...

At the thought of this, I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

I went back to the room and took the blanket with which I had just covered myself. And I crept to Shelton's side.

I squatted down.

Hearing the sounds of his even breathing from his nose, I gently covered him with a thin blanket.

And I looked Shelton up and down quietly. He was much older than me. But his skin condition was pretty good. There wasn't any trace of age on his face.

His glasses, which were gently placed on the bridge of his nose, seemed to be about to slip down. Then I gently pinched the corner of the glasses and took the glasses off for him.