“It’s her, isn’t it?” Charlotte soon surmised her answer from Zachary’s silence, and she suddenly became more agitated. “Why did she do this?”

“It’s late, go to bed.” Zachary turned around without another word.

“Zachary!” Charlotte was anxious and turned to face him. “Why are you avoiding this? You’re not her, and so this has nothing to do with you.”

“It would be ill-advised for you to know too much.” Zachary frowned and said, “What’s done is done, so why are you digging it up again?”

“Does the ‘why’ matter so much here? I want to know why she did this, and I want to avenge my Dad!”

Charlotte had stunned herself into silence following her own outburst.

 

Revenge was a foreign concept to her, all this while. She had never expected to actually use the word so seriously.

Somehow, she had made her subconscious thoughts known.

 

“Avenge him?” Zachary sat up and solemnly asked, “Using what?”

Charlotte could not find the words to answer him. That woman had been ruthless enough with her schemes that even Zachary had to be careful around her. Charlotte was someone who could barely hurt a fly, but here she was talking about revenge like it was no big deal.

Zachary then got up and walked

stared at his retreating figure, she

a blood relative of Zachary. Despite how bad things looked where business

Zachary to take revenge on

powerless on her own. The very thought

on in the bathroom. After a while, Zachary came out wrapped in

glanced at the wall clock on the wall, and it

to work out.”

did not reply but leaned back on

out of the bedroom. When he reached the door, he

that, he left

looked at the

no way she

would he do if he ended up in a spat

frustration as she tossed and turned on the bed, unable to sleep. Daylight soon broke, and before she knew it,

outside the door. ”I don’t need your help, Ms. Mildred. I can go down

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