Chapter 129- Don’t tie me up
She had never looked at him with such a gaze full of hatred. Those delicate, sparkling eyes were still so beautiful and bright—clearly harmless—but now, in Charles’s eyes, they caused an unbearable ache in his heart.
"Janet..." Charles didn’t know how to begin telling her the truth he had hidden—just like she had once hidden her own origins from him. Both had hoped to protect the other from pain. He had long expected this reaction when she found out the truth, but he still found it hard to accept.
"You investigated me?" Janet wiped her tears with the back of her hand, her voice trembling slightly. "You’ve known all along, haven’t you? Charles, how deep is your scheming? How foolish I’ve been to love you—knowing everything you did was for me, yet I deserved to know the truth! I refuse to be a fool to be deceived!"
Though she understood his motives and plans were all because of her, she still found it hard to accept.
"Yes, I knew long ago. I even thought about hiding it from you forever! Janet, the facts are set in stone. Please just forget about it, okay?" Charles was not good at lying, nor at hiding things from her. Now that she knew, he wanted to make his feelings clear and give her a safer sense of security.
"How can I forget? That mother and daughter destroyed my mom..." Janet recalled that life-or-death moment ten years ago. If not for Cornelia, maybe Janet wouldn’t be here today. She couldn’t forget her mother’s tragic final moments and the injuries she suffered. Those days were mostly spent in hospitals.
"I will take back from them tenfold, a hundredfold the price. So don’t cry anymore. Don’t think about anything. Leave it all to me, okay?" Charles gently wiped her tears. His soft words whispered in her ear like a lullaby. Janet’s dry tears on her cheeks, whether from pain or relief, soon overflowed anew. Instinctively, Charles bent down and kissed away her hot tears—those tears falling on her face pierced his heart.
Charles held her weakened body, feeling as if his heart was stabbed. Then he carefully carried her and laid her down on the large bed in the resting room. The room was dimly lit, mirroring Janet’s dark mood. She didn’t know what to do; she never imagined Anila and her daughter would want to kill them both.
But why?