Mrs. Casey’s anger suddenly choked in her throat, and her heart inexplicablyunched into a panic.


    Why did she feel that York Charlie’s words had a deeper meaning, as if he was using her, and more than using her of disregarding his opinion to decide the marriage for him in this matter. It was as if … as if he were ming himself for something even more extraordinary.


    Mrs. Casey’s heart thumped, it was hard to believe that he med himself for the death of olddy Elsa.


    Though … though things had her reasons but, she was still not for him? Wasn’t it because of nche Capra? Even if she killed olddy Elsa, it was still for him!


    Mrs. Casey’s heart was strengthened by this thought, but when she thought that she had worked so hard for her son, and that he had med herself, her heart was cold again. She also thought that the gap and confrontation between herself and York Charlie were all because of nche Capra, and her hatred for nche Capra was further intensified.


    Mrs. Casey finally left without saying anything, with fire in her eyes and anger.


    And her next stop was to find the woman she hated so much that she had bewitched her son: nche Capra.


    nche Capra hadn’t expected to be bored at home and have someonee to her door to break her boredom, albeit: in a seething way.


    Mrs. Casey was so exasperated that she didn’t even want to sit down, and when she entered the door she stood very detached in the parlour, as if she were afraid that if she touched anything in nche Capra’s house it would soil her.


    nche Capra didn’t care and stood in the parlour with her arms wrapped around her as well, “Since Mrs. Casey doesn’t want to sit, I, the host, will have to stand and talk with you.”


    She smiled lightly at her, but Mrs. Casey red at her hatefully, one with a subdued air and the other with anger, the better of the two could be seen at a nce.


    “nche Capra,” said Mrs. Casey atst, after they had stared at each other for a long time, “I’ll make you a bargain, and you can have anything you want, as long as you leave York.”


    nche Capra looked at her in surprise, “Oh? Anything you want?”


    Mrs. Casey nodded hastily as she saw that she seemed to be moved, “Yes, anything! Any amount of money will do! Or if you want status, I can help you marry into a rich family! Isn’t that what you followed our York for?”


    nche Capra’s heart was disdainful, but her face was even more amazed, “Money is easy, just … you can even help me marry into a rich family?”


    Mrs. Casey felt hopeful and nodded again, “General mansions are naturally possible, you should not be too greedy.” The words could never hold back their sarcasm and contempt for nche Capra.


    nche Capra almost apuded her for being so aplished. She continued to chuckle, “But unluckily, I’m just so greedy that I can’t really look at ordinary gentry.”


    Mrs. Casey held back her anger, “What do you see in them then? Tell me.”


    nche Capra winked, her mischievous look flickered, she said somewhat hopelessly, “s, I say it is not coincidental that I do not see the ordinary, naturally I only see the extraordinary,” she looked at Mrs. Casey’s sullen anger, said slowly, “and the most unfortunate thing is that I happen to see the ordinary. is that I have taken a fancy to the best yet …”


    “nche Capra!” said Mrs. Casey, ring at her with an air of wanting to eat.


    nche Capra, however, put away the yful look on her face, and said, in all seriousness, “Mrs. Casey, you must not guess there, either, norbour in vain. For the record, I don’t want anything else, I just want York Charlie!”


    No sooner had nche Capra’s words fallen from her lips than the door was suddenly thrown open.


    York Charlie collected his keys with aplomb, his other hand in his trouser pocket, and his eyes looked deep and sullenly into the room at the two opposing men.


    nche Capra knew that York Charlie must have heard what she had just said, and though she blushed a little, she could not think of anything else in the presence of Mrs. Casey, and thought to be angry with her.


    nche Capra then immediately greeted her with a joyful smile, and embraced York Charlie’s arm, speaking in a soft voice, “Why have youe back so suddenly? Are you done with thepany?”


    She spoke in a tone that was familiar to the extreme, arousing warmth and pleasure in York Charlie’s heart, but provoking Mrs. Casey to be even angrier, and even, quite a bit more cynical!Published by N?v''elD/rama.Org.


    This woman, stealing her own son! The two of them had fallen in love with each other as a family, but what had she be?


    Before York Charlie could say a word, Mrs. Casey strided forward in angry defiance, raised her hand at nche Capra, and was about to strike down with a p.


    York Charlie stopped her just in time, but the p rang out as promised.


    Because York Charlie stepped right up to take the p for nche Capra, and instead of grabbing Mrs. Casey’s hand to keep it from going down, he stepped in front of nche Capra so that the pnded on his own face.


    Despite the difference in height, the p hade from above, so it had hit him hard and fast.


    nche Capra froze, as did Mrs. Casey.


    “Mum, this p is to be taken as the punishment I deserve for the disrespect I showed you before, so your anger, this p of yours, should be taken by me, not nche. you will, in the future, stay out of nche’s way,” Mrs. Casey said with hatred and resentment at his words, but then listened to his calm voice continue, “You will be in vain even if you look for it again; after all, … I am going to guard her for ever.”


    Mrs. Casey could scarcely believe her ears.


    Why, when it was clear that he was his own mother, could he be so heartless to himself, just for the sake of an unsuspecting woman? nche Capra, what kind of demonic and evil magic had she used on him?


    Mrs. Casey is so disappointed in her son that all she can do is reach for nche Capra in anger and desperation, while York Charlie stands in her way to keep her away.


    Mrs. Casey growls low, her eyes staring at nche Capra like a wild animal, “Speak! What the hell did you do to my son? How could he go to such lengths for you? I’m his own mother!”


    nche Capra was momentarily frozen by such a Mrs. Casey. Was she that disgusted with herself? How could she not ept herself? Even to York Charlie’s insistence, to the point of insanity, that before she had said she would help herself to marry into the family, and now she was acting like a madman …


    nche Capra lowered her eyes, a little unable to bear to look. She was both touched beyond measure by York Charlie s boundless affection, and at the same time felt hopeless and sad and self-reproachful for Mrs. Casey s paranoid madness.


    York Charlie, however, took a firm hold of her hand, and when nche Capra looked up at him, he did not look at himself, but frowned at Mrs. Casey, and said, “Mother, if you continue to be so obstinate, don’t me me for being unkind to you; have you ever thought of me in any way?”


    Mrs. Casey heard his words, butughed, “Good, since you want to be rude to me, then why should I be so polite to you all, York, you are still young, you don’t know what is really ‘doing things without considering your feelings’.”


    After saying that, he flung the door and left.