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.

room yet when Althea opened her mouth and addressed the lady. And as Becca thought,

”Charlotte…”

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

and searched Althea’s eyes with her silver

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

saw before she closed the door and walked away, wondering

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

squeeze out that

even though she didn’t know. Hearing her cry and say she hates her makes Charlotte want to cry along with her. She stopped herself and gave her

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

I should not have cry! My snot- I

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

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

just because of my husband’s image? His image can be destroyed however the world wants; I

her, thinking how the loving and sweet Charlotte to her husband turned like this. She shuts

go get me a tissue somewhere! I

like your

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

the wife of Augustine

forgets about her name. “Do haste, Mrs.

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

“Charlotte-“

tissues, they’re

looked around and sat on the sofa. She watched on silence as