Francesca Jones couldn’t stand the sight of her pleading with York Charlie in such a pride-less manner, he red at him and said in a single word, “You get out of here now and I can hold back from fighting you, I promise you.”


    The two of them weren’t necessarily going to win or lose the fight, but what was guaranteed was that they were going to lose both.


    York Charlie didn’t want to break his face over this, it would be hard to go back and exin to Delia Field, and by the looks of nche Capra she wasn’t going to give up her mother’s whereabouts.


    York Charlie looked at nche Capra, she lowered her head, as if she didn’t want him to see her now swollen face from crying, he put down a harsh word, “nche Capra, I admire you for being so tolerant, I’ll see you at the police station.”


    With that, he turned and walked away, not stopping for a single step.


    After York Charlie left, the room fell into a deathly silence, nche Capra’s sobs which had just been incessant were silent at this point as she tried to calm down.


    Her shoulders were shaking, and she looked weak and forlorn, which made Francesca Jones’ heart ache.


    He reached out to take her in his arms, but before he could touch her shoulders, nche Capra’s low voice stole the show, “Francesca Jones, thank you for today.”


    “It’s nothing I wouldn’t give for you,” Francesca Jones finished, his eyes dropping, his gaze falling just short of a water stain on his shirt that was nche Capra’s tear.


    “He’s not worth what you’re paying for him.”


    Francesca Jones didn’t say that out of selfishness, he truly felt for nche Capra.


    But nche Capra didn’t need it; she couldn’t have an outsider say a bad word about York Charlie even if she was hurt to the core by him.


    “This is between the two of us, I’ll work it out, you don’t have to worry.”


    Her stubborn personality made Francesca Jones have no way to take her, he gazed at her, the deep love in his eyes never changed, but her gaze was never on him.


    She preferred to let it go.


    “nche, get out of that prison that’s holding you, York Charlie isn’ting back.”


    He wanted to call her to her senses, not to take advantage of the situation, he really couldn’t look away.


    But it turns out he can’t wake up someone pretending to be asleep at all.


    On the one hand, nche Capra didn’t want Francesca Jones to get between her and York Charlie either, it would make their rtionship even more confusing, and she was tired enough right now just trying to pull York Charlie back.


    “You don’t have to say it, I understand all that reasoning, I’m not a child anymore, I can consider it for myself.”


    “That’s what you say, but look at you now,” Francesca Jones reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, only to be avoided by nche Capra, who couldn’t hide the hurt he felt and withdrew his hand, which had stopped in mid-air.


    “You’ve be so unlike yourself for York Charlie, is that really worth it?”


    nche Capra was suddenly a little angry, she had clearly said that this was between her and York Charlie and had nothing to do with Francesca Jones, so why didn’t he get it.


    But she didn’t lose her temper, because she knew that Francesca Jones was also doing it for her good.


    Not to mention that throwing a tantrum now lined her up as if she was a bully.


    “Francesca Jones, I know you’ve thought a lot about me and it’s all for my own good, but I just want to be alone right now, my head is so nk I can’t think about so many things.”


    nche Capra wants Francesca Jones to leave, she doesn’t want anyone to see her in her ugly state.


    Also, she’s really tired.


    Since she insisted on this attitude, Francesca Jones had no choice but toply with her wishes and leave.


    Before leaving, he was still very uneasy about her, and specifically instructed, “Take care of yourself, and realize that you have more problems waiting for you besides York Charlie.”


    If you can’t forget York Charlie, then simply turn your attention to something else.


    nche Capra turns her back to him and nods, “I know, thanks.”


    “Take care, and if there’s anything I can do for you, just call me.” Francesca Jones finished and left with a slow, heavy step.


    After he left, the tears nche Capra had been holding in for so long were finally released, and like a broken faucet, they kept pouring out of her eyes.


    As much aggravation as she had, the tears were as many as she had.


    …


    The maid stood hesitantly at nche Capra’s bedroom door with hot porridge and a few small dishes, and she nced back at her coworkers who were piled up waiting for her to knock on the door.


    “Hurry up.”


    “That’s right, I’m really worried about Mrs. …’s health.”


    The maid summoned up the courage to knock on the door, “Mistress, may I enter please?”This material belongs to N?velDrama.Org.


    “…” There was no response, the silence was frightening.


    “Mistress can’t be out of something, can she?”


    The maid called out a few more times and still no response from nche Capra.


    Really worried about her situation, the maid directly pushed open the door to enter, the interior was dim, a moment did not adapt to, not yet able to see where nche Capra.


    When she could see clearly, the maid did not dare to approach.


    nche Capra was curled up in the corner, she was hugging her knees, still sobbing, looking so helpless.


    “Ma’am, have some porridge, it’s not good for your health to keep crying.” The maid wanted to approach her, but just as she took a step, nche Capra stopped her, “No, you go out, I want to rest.”


    “But you haven’t eaten all night …”


    “I’ll go down and eat if I’m hungry.” nche Capra’s response was still tinged with sobs, and there was no way for her to hide the fact that she had never cried so much before.


    There was nothing the maid could do but exit the room, “Take care of yourself then, call us anytime you need us, we’ll be downstairs.”


    Saying that, he gently closed the door behind him, and the room returned to its original dimness, leaving only the dismal moonlight spilling onto the floor.


    There it was again, those words again, Francesca Jones had said the same thing.


    How pathetic she was now, making them all, one by one, sympathize with her.


    “Yes, too, I am now a wife who has been started by her husband, just like the heroine in a bitter drama, can I not be pitied?” nche Capraughed to herself as she smiled a cool smile, her eyes bleak.


    She didn’t me York Charlie, she just felt that she was really cheap, knowing that people’s hearts were no longer on her now, she still had a hot face to stick her cold ass.


    But these days she didn’t provoke him, why does he always have to misunderstand her.


    Is that what she is in his eyes – kidnapping her mother-inw just to get his attention.


    She wasn’t on the same page as she used to be with Mrs. Casey now, and he had turned around and hurt her repeatedly.


    “York Charlie, I’m so tired.”


    Mumbling into the air, nche Capra closed her eyes, it was as if she was in a world where it was just her, she couldn’t get out and no one else could get in.


    No one could really help her, she had to pull herself together alone.


    Staying in her room until midnight, nche Capra got up, went downstairs, and heated up the pasta the cook had made tonight for herself.


    She was as good as the walking dead, but for better or worse, she was alive.


    nche Capra hadn’t had an appetite, but when she thought of all the problems the Charlie Group had to go back to, and the baby in her belly, she ate with her eyes closed, and she ate with her mouth full.


    As nche Capra ate, she thought about what York Charlie had done to her today, and suddenly became aggravated, and her tears fell again.


    She simply didn’t care, and ate and cried until the dawn.