Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Panic-stricken, Arthit ran off, leaving Charlotte bawling her eyes out in the rain with Mrs. Berry in her arms.

“Miss…” Mrs. Berry held onto Charlotte’s hand tightly. Blood was oozing from the corners of her mouth, but she still mustered the strength to call out to Charlotte, “Miss…”

“Mrs. Berry! Don’t worry. You’ll be fine. You’ll be fine! I won’t let anything happen to you.” Charlotte quavered as tears trickled down her face. “You can’t leave me like this! You’re all that I have left… I have no one but you…”

Charlotte could not imagine a life without Mrs. Berry, who was the last ray of hope in her life that she desperately held onto.

She would rather get shot than let Mrs. Berry sacrifice herself.

“Miss…” Mrs. Berry’s eyes were gruesomely wide open, and the tears strewn on her face were washed away by the unforgiving rain. The blood in her mouth made it difficult for her to speak. “You need to live… on…”

“Mrs. Berry…” The next thing Charlotte knew, Mrs. Berry’s hand had gone limp, dropping to the ground.

“Mrs. Berry! Mrs. Berry…” Charlotte called her name in a trembling voice. “Mrs. Berry! This is not funny at all… Wake up… Wake up!”

To Charlotte’s despair, no matter how urgently she cried for her, Mrs. Berry did not respond and simply lay lifelessly in her arms.

What had been an affectionate, loving, and chubby angel in her life became merely an empty shell.

while her mouth was agape. She wanted to scream at the top of

Mrs. Berry, the

onto Mrs. Berry’s cold body, quivering uncontrollably. Looking up at the sky, her vision blurred as she broke out

desolate beast in pain. Her sorrow could not be expressed in mere

done wrong? God! Why are you doing

her pristine wedding gown once more. But this time, it was

have been me

rushed to check on Mrs. Berry, but alas, they turned to Charlotte with conflicted expressions.

words. He had no

Berry, but her mind seemed to be somewhere else. In the

Berry helplessly in the relentless rain. Even as the sun set, she

after, but the rain was still pouring

had become drenched inside out,

She’s been in the rain for too long,” Arthit

took a closer look at Mrs. Berry, who was in her arms. Wobbling as she stood up while holding onto Mrs. Berry’s heavy body, she cried, “I’m bringing

help you.” Arthit knelt