Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 1068

Cecelia subconsciously put her hands in her pockets. Was Charlotte too sensitive today? And she was completely different from her usual self.

In her memory, Charlotte was always so delicate, sweet, and gracious.

She had never shown such a cold and harsh expression as she did tonight.

Just when she was thinking, however...

Charlotte found an opportunity and suddenly rushed up to her. With extreme force, she violently ripped Cecelia's wrist out of her pocket.

Cecelia's hand was still clutching the plastic bag tightly.

It was yanked out directly by Charlotte.

Charlotte saw with a sharp eye, in the plastic bag, there were clearly a few strands of hair. She was stunned, and her grim eyes were staring straight at the plastic bag.

Such feelings…

It was not really the first time.

Four years ago, when she found Rodney, a clear plastic bag fell out of Rodney and her toothbrush was right in it! Rodney wanted to use the cellular tissue left on her toothbrush for a paternity test.

And now, Cecelia came to her bathroom and took her hair.

There was only one thing she could think of that Cecelia might want to do.

It turned out that Cecelia had begun to suspect her!

"Mom, what is this? What do you want to do with it?" Charlotte questioned in a bitter voice, and her eyes instantly turned red.

Cecelia could not bear to tell her, "Charlotte, since you are pregnant, don't get excited. Just have a good well. I … I have some things to take care of, and I'll go first."

"Charlotte, I know it's hard for you to accept it. In fact, I'm not sure. But only I know what I've been through in the past twenty years. At this point, I just want to ask for the truth, and I hope you understand me." Cecelia advised in a soft voice.

"No! No! I don't understand!"

Charlotte had run out of steam at this moment.

All these years, she had treated Cecelia as her own mother, she had given her heart to Cecelia, and she had never been so good to anyone in her life.

"What do you want? I am your daughter. Haven't I treated you well enough?" She suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Cecelia's arm, "Don't you know how I have treated you? What daughter can do what I do?"

She had been so possessive over Cecelia.

Cecelia was like her most beloved toy and she would never want to be taken away from her. Her obsession with Cecelia was even greater than her obsession with Luther.

At this moment, a myriad of emotions was running through Charlotte's head, and they were such a sophisticated mixture that she couldn't tell them apart herself. She could never give up the power, glory, and wealth that she had, and she would never share it with others. No way! She would never be some ridiculous goddaughter.