Chapter 827

Though furious, Arthur could not make up his mind about Charlotte's punishment. He pressed his lips tightly pressed together, torn with indecision.

Charlotte, who had been standing with a flushed face and head down, suddenly lifted her stubborn head. Her lips were bitten red, almost bleeding.

In a low voice, she said, "Since all of you think I'm the culprit, I might as well die."

As soon as she finished, a twisted smile appeared on her face, followed by maniacal laughter.

She abruptly stood up and rushed toward the nightstand, slamming her temple precisely against its sharp corner.

After the horrifying sound, Charlotte's body slumped against the wall, her eyes starting to glaze over.

Juliana's scream erupted. She rushed over, cradling Charlotte's head in her hands.

A black hole was gouged out of her temple, and red blood spurted out like a small fountain, covering half her face.

Neither Theodore nor Arthur expected Charlotte to be so impulsive, seeking death. They were both stu