Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick) novel Chapter 3

As soon as I saw this scene, my heart trembled. Just as I wanted to figure out what was going on, my father came to the front and slapped me, making me hit against the wall. Before I could come to my senses, I heard him cursing angrily, "Charlotte Archer, we have been raising you for three years. And is that how you should repay us?"

There was a smell of blood in my mouth. And I was also in a trance.-

Trying my best to stand up straight, I looked at my father as I asked, "What..."

"How come you have the nerve to ask me any questions? Do you assume that we don't know what you have done? You schemed against your sister, fed her sleeping pills, and attended the wedding for her! If we hadn't found it out earlier and took Caroline to the hospital to have a gastric lavage, I don't even know if she would be alive now!"

After that, my father raised his hand and gave me aother hard slap.

This slap was even more vicious than the previous one. I was in a trance for a moment and fell to the ground.

Although my eyes were blurred, I was exceptionally sobered!

A few days ago, my parents said that Caroline had fallen in love with Denny Faris, someone from their company. But they dared not go against Patrick, which was the reason why they asked me to marry Patrick on behalf of Caroline.

I personally sent Caroline to the airport and watched her go through the security check the day before yesterday.

"In the end, how did it become that I set up Caroline?"

My mind was in a mess.

Some things gradually dawned on me, which I didn't want to believe.

My father, who seemed to haven't gotten over his fury, picked up a wooden bench from the side and smashed it at my head!

I was so scared that I tried to hide, only to be hit in the back!

"It hurts!"

I was in great pain. But I held myself back from crying or screaming, which I had usually done in the orphanage.

At that time, even if I was sick and felt unwell, I didn't have anyone to accompany me. Nor did I have anyone to share my sorrow with.