Gary gazed at Charles who was standing in front of him. He was relieved because it seemed that Charles was not lying to him.
Charles took a glance at the newspaper on the desk and asked,"Grandpa, where did you find this newspaper?"
As far as he was concerned, he had asked David to destroy all these newspapers and magazines in market. And even the news on the internet had been withdrawn by Charles. What's more, even the reporter who wrote this news was forced to resign. But now there was such a newspaper at his own house. What was going on?
"I found this newspaper when I went out this morning. It was placed at the door handle. I am not sure who sent it here." Gary frowned and told him. It was not until Charles asked him did Gary realise that someone did this deliberately.
But who could it be?
And what was the purpose to do this?
"Where is Yvonne?" Charles couldn't help but ask since he had been back for a while, but didn't see her.
"She went out with Chris." Gary replied indifferently and then added,"She has also read this newspaper, but she explained it to me for you without any hesitation. She said that all these reporters are good at making baseless accusations to sell their news. Moreover, she also explained that Rachel is just your good friend."
Gary took a sigh and then continued. "But in fact, Chris and I are very clear about the relationship between you and Rachel. Even Chris cannot bear to see this since Yvonne spoke sincerely for you. This is why Chris took her to shopping. Charles, Yvonne is a good girl. If you lose her, you will regret it in the future."
After hearing this, Charles frowned. He understood who could send this newspaper here.
No one could do this except for Rachel. She was the only one Charles could think of.
Autumn came back with Chris at around nine o'clock at night. Chris's hands were filled with shopping bags while Autumn only bought a box of some health product.
Autumn had been married to Charles for some time, but she was always worried about her grandmother.
She went upstairs and took a shower. After that, she hastily made a phone call to Wendy at the balcony even without drying her hair. "How is my grandma?"
"Are you worried now?" Wendy sneered from the other side of the phone and said,"Don't worry. She is fine. I take good care of her, so you don't have to worry."
"How can I not worry about her?" Autumn lowered her voice and said. "Wendy, you asked me to get married to Charles for Yvonne and I did it. You also made me put in a good word for you in front of Charles and I obeyed you. But now I have to meet my grandma or else I will not do anything for you. "
Autumn often woke up in the middle of the night these days because of nightmares. In one of the dreams, she saw her grandma kindly talking to her and asking her to take care of herself. However, sometimes in her dreams, she would see her grandma bathed in blood. Every time when she tried to reach out and hold her grandma, she would wake up sweating profusely.
She had an ominous premonition, so she was eager to meet her grandmother.
"Why are you so anxious?" Wendy asked indifferently. "I still have things to bother you. If you can help me achieve my goal, I will send your grandma back to you. "
"No way!" Autumn finally realised that as long as her grandma was detained by Wendy, she could control her. If this went on, Wendy would keep controlling her and she would never be free. Therefore, she decided this time that she had to bring her grandma back at any cost.
"Wendy, I have done enough for you and now I only want my grandma back. Don't expect me to do anything else for you." Autumn said firmly. She was getting attached to Charles and his family. So she didn't want to scheme against them anymore.
The guilt of this rooted in her heart.
"This will be the last time I am asking for your help. If you help me achieve my goal, I will let you meet your grandma as soon as possible." In fact, Wendy was confident that Autumn would agree to help her because she deeply cared her poor grandma.
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