Chapter 681 Visiting Charis


    Luke''s calm facade gradually crumbled. Eyes seething with hatred, he hissed, "I''ve investigated,


    and it turned out that someone had set the fire on purpose. As soon I find out who''s behind this, I''ll


    make him regret the day he was born!"


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    Charis''s heart leaped to her throat. She couldn''t let anyone find out that it was her who plotted this


    arson, including her own father!


    Charis suddenly raised her voice and looked at Luke pitifully. "Dad, what''s the point? You can''t turn


    back time and fix this..."


    Luke didn''t know how to reply. Seeing his daughter in so much pain, he decided against saying


    anything more.


    Among all the people who had entered the haunted house that night, Charis was the unluckiest one.


    Most of them were able to get out safely, whereas she suffered third degree burns and was


    disfigured as a result.


    During the recuperation process, Charis was confined in the hospital in Barnes for a long time.


    Many reporters came to interview her, but they''d barely get a few questions in before Luke would


    drive them away impatiently.


    In her second week at the hospital, Brandon and J came to visit her.


    When Charis saw them enter the ward, her heart skipped a beat. A deep sense of inferiority


    overwhelmed her—suffocated her.


    She felt lucky that she was still wrapped from head to toe in the gauze. At least Brandon wouldn''t


    see her disgusting wounds.


    "I heard from Mrs. Turner that you were seriously injured. I''ve asked Garrett to take over your


    responsibilities for the time being. Don''t worry." Brandonforted her in a formic way.


    As he spoke, he ced the bouquet on the table and nced at Charis, who wasn''t even looking at


    him. Seeing this, he couldn''t help but frown.


    Charis''s eyes were glued to J, who was standing behind Brandon.


    It was a warm sunny day, but Charis was shivering. Her eyes were bloodshot with hatred. She


    wished she could pounce on J and strangle her on the spot, but she had no choice but to


    swallow her anger for the time being.


    J clearly saw the ferocity in Charis''s eyes.


    The woman wrapped tightly in gauze probably hated her to her core.


    But why? Charis was the one behind the fire at the haunted house. Why did she me J for her


    n going backfired?


    "At least you made it out alive." J raised her head slightly, her eyes quickly sweeping across


    Charis''s bandaged body.


    Most of Charis''s body was wrapped in gauze, which meant she was likely disfigured from the burns.


    There wasn''t a trace of pity on J''s face. On the contrary, she was delighted. Charis had hurt


    J so many times before, and now she was finally punished for her own actions. She deserved


    the karma.


    Charis sneered, tearing her gaze away from J. She was afraid that if she took one more look at


    the bitch, she would really pounce on J.


    "Why were you there anyway? From what I remember, you didn''t even enter the haunted house


    with us." Brandon looked at Charis calmly, although there was a hint of intrigue in his eyes.


    Charis averted her gaze and said nothing.


    She really didn''t want Brandon to see her in this state, but on second thought, this could be a good


    opportunity to make him feel sorry for her. So she put on a bitter smile and looked at him


    affectionately.


    "After the haunted house caught fire, I heard that you rushed back inside. I was worried about you,


    so I rushed in to find you."