When Fate Decided to Play its Part

CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN:

Silver hair and Silver Eyes

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Afternoon that day.

A door opened violently that it banged against the wall. The loud noise took the attention of the medical staffs on the floor and the near by patients. They all took a curious peek to see what’s going on. They didn’t dare to go near, and just watched as a woman, wearing a sophisticated dress, barged inside a familiar room. Even though they only saw her back, they can guess that she was pretty and gorgeous.

Her features were that from rich peoples, but what differentiate her from other rich people was her hair.

It was silvery. Like the moon’s hue and color. It shone like metal against the fluorescent light on the ceiling.

The woman entered the room, and no one knows what happened after that.

But all the witnesses left wondering; who was that patient inside that room? She was visited by people with high statuses in a matter of day.

They were curious, but none tried to ask because they might offend whoever is inside that room. Who knows what will happen next?

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Becca was in the middle of peeling the apple for Althea when someone suddenly barged in in their room. The two inside ceremoniously stopped what they are doing and turned to the door. When Althea saw the familiar silver hair and silver eyes, the small smile on her face vanished and her tired but cheerful aura was suddenly replaced by cold air.

Becca and Althea were just talking about small things, it was solemn and peaceful. The air was light and easy, so when it went down, Becca noticed it.

She’s not as dense as everyone thinks she is, so when she saw her boss’s reaction; cold and fierce towards the other- she puts the fruit knife down and the apple on the plate she prepared it and slowly crept to go outside.

mouth and addressed the lady. And as Becca thought, the boss really knows her.

”Charlotte…”

that it was the name of Althea’s friend. Becca again took a brief glance to Charlotte and saw her restless demeanor.

lip and searched Althea’s

can even talk, buds of transparent waters flowed out from her eyes. She choked back her words and let out a strangled

Becca saw before she closed the door and walked away, wondering where she

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her back. The body in her embrace was shaking. She was hugging her tightly and Althea just leaned her whole

Althea managed to squeeze out that word between her sobs. “I

Hearing her cry and say she hates her makes Charlotte want to cry along with

you’ and ‘I’m sorry’ more before Althea calmed down. After they calmed down, both of their eyes were red and swollen. They searched

this, we don’t even have a tissue! If I know, I should not have cry! My snot- I need

the sheets then.” Charlotte suggested. She dodged when Althea throwed a pillow on

Althea glared at her. “That’s disgusting. You’re the wife of Augustine Byrne- one of

care about my image just because of my husband’s image? His image can be

the loving and sweet Charlotte to her husband turned like this. She shuts her mouth when she thought about maybe they had

me a tissue somewhere! I need

like

pillow at her, this time, it hit her. Charlotte groaned. “Bitch do you want me to punch your face so that even your husband can’t recognize you

dare you turn the wife of Augustine Byrne as your

her, tired with how she forgets about her name. “Do haste, Mrs. Byrne. I

disappear and appear from the bathroom’s door, she was carrying a roll of

“Charlotte-“

it- they’re tissues,

her mouth and used the toilet tissue despite the different texture. Charlotte looked around and sat on the sofa.