Chapter 3: He Had Gotten Married


    Charlotte shuddered. He had gotten married, and had even had child? She widened her eyes and


    stared at the little girl in the TV. She was around four or five years old and had a bob cut. She was


    wearing a white puffball princess skirt and was clinging towards Lawrence’s leg. She raised her head


    and stared at him with big eyes. “Daddy, hug!”


    Lawrence lowered his head and looked at the little girl. There was a soft light in his cold eyes. He


    stooped and carried her up. He then turned towards the woman beside him and said softly, “Let’s go.”


    They left while being surrounded by the press. The man was tall and handsome, the woman was


    graceful and attractive, and the kid was pretty and adorable. No matter how others looked, they were a


    family that would make one jealous and envious.


    Charlotte stared at the scene in a daze and let out a self-deprecating smile. That was the way it should


    be. He was that bright that even her father used to say he must be an extraordinary man. He should


    have the fame and happiness he possessed now.


    Yet as she looked at it, the rim of her eyes went red and there was excruciating pain in her heart. That


    used to be the happiness she was going to embrace…She lowered her eyes and stood to her feet


    numbly while supporting herself with one hand. She staggered and walked back, yet she fell hard onto


    the floor after two steps.


    “Charlotte Garcia!” A man darted out of the room and grabbed her hair. He dragged her up and gave


    her a hard kick. Her legs went weak at once and she fell to her knees. The man rolled her sleeve up


    rudely and her arm which was full of holes left by needles was shown. He raised his head and looked


    at the people in white coat.


    “Take her blood!”


    “Have you forgotten what ma’am said before? Stay inside the room obediently and don’t have any


    ridiculous thought!”


    “You’re already in such a situation; do you possibly think you could be with such a great man like


    Lawrence Harris?”


    Charlotte knelt on the floor quietly and her face was cadaverous. She seemed to not feel any pain and


    was letting the sharp needle pierce her skin and draw her blood out. She seemed to have lost her soul.


    The doctor who was responsible to take her blood glimpsed at her and sympathy flickered in his eyes.


    It had been five years which was equal to sixty months. Every time he drew blood from her, there would


    be one more needle hole left on her arm. Until today, there had been too many holes on her arm that its


    original look could not be seen.


    She had kept on losing weight. Although it was obvious she did not have any appetite, she still forced


    herself to eat those disgusting meal the housemaid sent. She ate and vomited, and ate again, as if she


    needed that to continue her life, and it would already be alright that she was still surviving. Not to


    mention being severely anemic if she continued that way, she might lose her life.


    Without anyone’s notice, the doctor casually took a vitamin pill out from his pocket and hurriedly


    shoved it into her mouth. As his hand just approached Charlotte’s mouth, the door not far away


    suddenly opened. His hand shivered and the pill instantly dropped onto the floor.


    Charlotte’s stepmother, Evelyn walked in while wearing high heels and all her jewelries. She stared at


    Charlotte with a false smile. “So you’ve seen Lawrence’s return.” As she said, there was a creepy smile


    on her face. “Charlotte, it has been five years. Seeing you being that obedient, I’ll give you a chance to


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    meet him, how’s that sound?”


    “But there’s one condition.”