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.

even crossed half of the room yet when Althea opened her mouth and addressed

”Charlotte…”

tried to search her memories and remembered that it was the name of Althea’s friend. Becca again took a brief glance to Charlotte and saw her restless demeanor. Although she is

her lower lip and searched Althea’s eyes with

of transparent waters flowed out from her eyes. She choked back her words and let out a strangled

was the lasting Becca saw before she closed the door and walked away, wondering where she can sit and wait so she can enter again when

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embrace was shaking. She was hugging her tightly and Althea

squeeze out that word between her sobs. “I hate

cry and say she hates her makes Charlotte want to cry along with her. She stopped herself and gave her back a

took many ‘I hate you’ and ‘I’m sorry’ more before Althea calmed down. After they calmed down, both of their eyes were red and swollen. They searched for the tissues and can’t find them on

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

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

You’re the wife of Augustine Byrne- one

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

and sweet Charlotte to her husband turned like this. She shuts her

“You- go get me a

don’t like your face

another pillow at her, this time, it hit her. Charlotte groaned. “Bitch do you want me to punch your face so that even

you turn the

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

door,

“Charlotte-“

it- they’re tissues, they’re

looked around and sat