It was probably because that I was titled as Mrs. Cowell that her words made I feel sad. Even if I refused to admit it, the truth was right in front of me. This piece of land was located in the downtown of City Y where every inch of land worthed a lot. Moreover, it was not far from the office building of Patrick's Towering High Group. The value of this place was immeasurable. Since Patrick was willing to buy this land for Caroline, it meant that she was very important to him. Looking at Caroline, I sneered and said, "My husband is so blessed, who has taken both of us in. Especially you, Caroline, as a mistress, you enjoy this title with great relish." "You!" Caroline started to get angry. But soon, she calmed down and said, "Don't be proud. You are a woman with a criminal record. I will see how the Cowell Family can tolerate you!" "Can't they tolerate me? My husband has already concealed the fact that I went to jail for me. Grandpa Cowell only
I decided to do my best to make this project work. Although I had promised Seth that I would schedule my time reasonably and have a good rest. Early the next morning, I got up at 5 a.m. and arrived at the construction site before 6 a.m. Before all the workers could arrive, I checked all the materials and checked both the inside and outside of the construction site. Only after that was I relieved. The whole project lasted for two and a half months. During this period, I didn't rest once. In summer, there was no air conditioner or fan in the studio. As I endured the heat in the studio day by day, I almost had heatstroke several times, making a herbal liquid for heat prevention an essential item in my bag. Finally, the day of handing over the project came. That day, Patrick, Caroline, Angie, me, Seth, and every one of the Engineering Department were all on the scene. We inspected and checked the whole project bit by bit. In the e
Caroline quickly caught up with me, grabbed my wrist, and said with a grim smile, "Charlotte Archer, you assume that you can be Mrs. Cowell with ease?" I turned to look at her, "Hmm?" I had seen all kinds of evil persons in prison. And I just found her ridiculous while seeing her like this. "Don't assume that Patrick likes you and intends to be with you in the future since he respects you. Let me tell you, you should stop daydreaming about it!" Caroline deliberately lowered her voice. I looked at her and blinked as I said, "Caroline Archer, I hope you can understand that it's not me who wants to be Mrs. Cowell now. It's Patrick who insists that I should be his wife. If you can let him divorce me, I will be grateful to you." "Stop pretending! I'll get you to lose the title of Mrs. Cowell soon!" My indifferent attitude provoked Caroline instead! That night, after the dinner was over, Patrick asked a driver over because everyone had been dr
Everyone knew that people would soon suffer from leukemia if they stayed in a house where formaldehyde was abnormally concentrated. I knew what was going on after I heard the police out. As expected, Caroline surely wouldn't let go of the opportunity this time in vain. Initially, I was not afraid. However, the police later questioned me over and over again. During this period, I knew that everyone's feedback to the police was that I was the one who got the most optimal timing to commit such a crime. ...... Because among all the people engaged in the project, I was the first one to arrive at the studio and the last one to leave. And I was also the one who was the most likely to be motivated to do so. Although I was Mrs. Cowell, Patrick loved Caroline very much instead. Moreover, I had gone to jail last time because I had pushed Caroline to the foot of the mountain. If Caroline hadn't been found in time, she might have been dead. Afte
Caroline sat on the other side of the glass wall without ever moving her body. A mocking smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. And she said, "Is that so? Then you have to come out first." Seeing that I was excited, the police directly pressed me down and warned, "Behave yourself!" I was held down by the police and couldn't move. But Caroline pretended to say, "Officer, Caroline was confused for a moment. Don't make things difficult for her." Later, I sat down on the chair. But the police were standing behind me for one step away. "Caroline Archer, as I said, I don't want to be Mrs. Cowell." I softened my voice. Now, I even thought that as long as Caroline could withdraw the complaint, I probably could solve this matter easily. Of course, Caroline knew what was going on in my mind. She sat outside and put on a pitiful look again, "Charlotte, we're sisters. I value the kinship between us the most. However, you've attacked me over and o
When I opened my eyes, I saw the cold iron window in front of my eyes again. The moonlight slid through the cold railing, shining in a small cell of a few square meters. This was not a detention house but a prison! "No! No!" My brain exploded! Hadn't I already go out? "Didn't I already get out?" "Why am I in prison?" I sprang to my feet abruptly and slapped the door of the cell with all my might! "Let me out! Let me out! I want to go out! I didn't hurt anyone!" However, the corridor of the prison was empty. No one answered. I yelled for a long time. And in the end, my voice was hoarse. I was desperate. And helpless. I squatted down and looked at the deep and dark corridor as my tears kept falling. I held my knees tightly. "Why? Why did you do this to me? I didn't do anything!" "I indeed didn't do anything. I didn't hurt Caroline once!" "I've lost my child." I squatte
It was unknown how long had passed. The car finally stopped. After the trunk was opened, Patrick stood outside and looked at me inside. And he was obviously stunned. Then he frowned deeply. "Let, let me out." My body was shaking non-stop as if it had been out of my control. However, fearing that he would close the trunk again, I tried my best to get up and climb out of the trunk. As soon as I went out, I fell to the ground directly. I hurt a lot. But I felt much better than staying there. I knew that based on the current situation, as long as Patrick didn't agree, I couldn't run away at all. I grabbed his leg openings and said in a kind manner, "Let me go. I promise that I won't show up in front of you." The air outside probably calmed me down. Although I spoke slowly, I didn't speak with difficulty at all. Patrick lowered his head and looked at me under his feet. After a moment of hesitation, he suddenly ben
However, Caroline did not lose her temper. Instead, she walked to the dining table and sat down on my seat. Then she said in a delicate voice, "I haven't had my breakfast yet." "Go and prepare another one for her. And put the one for Madam on my side." Patrick naturally instructed the servants. I saw that as soon as he finished speaking, Caroline clenched her hand under the table into a fist. And the cyan blood vessels on the back of her hand bulged slightly. Although I didn't understand what Patrick meant, I walked downstairs as if nothing had happened. Then I sat next to Patrick and watched the servant serve me the breakfast. Patrick and I sat side by side, eating breakfast alone. The servant quickly served another breakfast. Caroline did not touch the food. She said first, "Caroline, the reason why Patrick and I have chosen to forgive you this time is more because that you're the one who was chosen by Grandma and Grandpa Cowell. So we don't