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Charlotte’s eyes shone. She was about to lie when Mrs. Berry agitatedly continued, “It really was him. That a******. Karma will get him!”

“No, you got it wrong…” Charlotte tried to explain.

“What’s wrong?” Mrs. Berry’s face was red with anger. “You’re never one to lie. One look and I know exactly what happened.”

“It was him, but he didn’t hit me. He hit someone else and I stood in his way. Which is why…”

“So it was him? The next time I see him, I’ll be sure to teach him a lesson,” said Mrs. Berry with frustration.

“You can’t. He’s the Devil. It was dangerous enough when you hit him with the broom. If you try something like that again…” Charlotte rushed to advise her against it.

“So? It’s not like he’ll kill me. At the very most, I’ll sacrifice my life fighting it out with him,” said Mrs. Berry fearlessly.

“He might not kill you, but he could punish me.” Charlotte threw out her trump card.

go after him.” Mrs.

We don’t need his house, the

how he beat up Michael? Michael is

even Mr. Brown can fight him? Is the bad man that powerful?”

tried another method of comforting her. “He’s not so bad. He has saved me many times. If

When?” Mrs. Berry was

“Those times…”

where she was in danger, when the house exploded, when she was

Berry was

“He’s not a bad person. He just has a bad temper. So,

those quiet days. Although we were poor

in the future. You can relax.” Charlotte

Berry grabbed Charlotte and choked out, “Before Mr. Windt’s incident, he hoped that you would be safe

cooperate with treatment and get better soon so you can help me