Chapter 1186


    "Luther, you have to believe me. I treat you with all my heart."


    Charlotte threw herself and knelt straight in front of Luther, tugging on the hem of his shirt, "I did it all


    for you, really."


    "You don''t mind that I''ve married someone, really. I don''t like Otis at all, really. He forced me to marry


    him. He didn''t treat me well at all. You see."


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    At that, she reached up and smoothed her sleeves all the way up, revealing a hideous bloodstain.


    Then she lifted the clothes on her chest, all the way to her neck, revealingrge bruises and horrific


    whip wounds.


    "Otis is a brute, he''s a brute! He did this to me, I''m worse than dead!" Charlotte dropped the hem of her


    dress, her instinct for survival made her cling to Luther''s pant leg, "Luther, help me, please help me,


    Otis will kill me, really, look at the bruises on my body, I''m not lying. I had a hard time getting out."


    Luther recoiled to his stomach.


    When he took a step back, she took a step forward on her knees, refusing to let go of him.


    "Please, you take me away, OK, you save me, OK? I''m willing to do whatever you want me to do, let


    me serve you any way I want."


    Joyce looked indifferently at Charlotte''s crazy behavior.


    Indeed, the scars on Charlotte''s body were out of her expectation. There was hardly a piece of intact


    skin on the whole body, and to her surprise, Otis treated Charlotte like garbage.


    It is clear that Otis is perverted.


    But this does not attract anyone''s sympathy. Everything, it is Charlotte''s own fault.


    In this case, it seems that Otis must have recognized Charlotte''s identity as a fake daughter, but he


    could not reveal it for a while, so he humiliated Charlotte to the fullest extent and abused her severely.


    At this moment, Charlotte was in tears.


    Sorrowful eyes in the pale winter tears straight up, she begged, "Luther, before I did wrong things,


    please forgive me. For the sake of I saved your life, you forgive me. Okay. I will never do anything


    wrong again."


    "Please, I saved you, have you forgotten?" Charlotte spoke emotionally.


    Joyce couldn''t help but snicker.


    She must have lost her mind.


    Charlotte, to this day, thought of herself as Luther''s rescuer.


    She thought Luther lost his memory, and she never rified the matter.


    Just as Joyce finally resisted the urge to expose Charlotte''s lies.


    Luther had long been unable to endure, he gripped his knuckles, and his eyes were suddenly


    bloodshot. Suddenly he kicked Charlotte hard away.


    "That''s enough, Charlotte, have you done your acting?" He bellowed furiously.


    "You saved me? What a joke! Damn it, you lied to me for months. Back at Seaview''s, I had already


    figured out your lies, but you teamed up with Ricky and the two of you to set me up, knock me down,


    and give me the drug. Then you pretended I had a car ident. Bastards! All because of you, and by


    the time I remembered, it was ... toote ..."


    Luther spoke with pathos in his eyes, ncing at Joyce.


    This glimpse was full of so manyplicated emotions.


    Four years had passed and not a day went by that he didn''t regret it.


    He lived a life like a walking corpse, and it''s all Charlotte''s fault.