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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.

then. I won’t go after

hand and anxiously urged her, “Miss, let’s stay away from him. We don’t need his house, the people he hired, or

beat up Michael? Michael is no match for him.” Charlotte furrowed her

bad man that powerful?” Mrs. Berry’s eyes

so bad. He has saved me many times. If not for him,

Mrs.

“Those times…”

in danger, when the house exploded, when she was

was absolutely

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

those quiet days. Although we were poor and times were hard, life was stable. Nothing much happened. With all

You can

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

We all have to be okay. You need to cooperate with treatment