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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 him.” Mrs. Berry immediately calmed

him. We don’t need his house,

he beat up Michael? Michael is no match

him? Is the bad man that

your imagination run wild.” Charlotte tried another method of comforting her. “He’s not so bad. He has

Mrs.

“Those times…”

recounted those times where she was in danger, when the house exploded, when she was attacked, and how it was Zachary that saved her each

was

bad person. He just has

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

the future. You can relax.” Charlotte made a silent

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

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