Chapter 116 Dazed And Confused


    Rita''s POV: "How dare you stop me?!" I bellowed while ring at Richard. My blood was boiling in


    anger, but I tried my best to suppress it.


    "That''s my child too. If you''re going to have an abortion, I have the right to stop you!" Richard


    argued while looking at me firmly.


    "Shut up! Now that Charles knows that the baby is yours, there''s no need for me to keep it!" I turned


    around to leave, but Richard grabbed my arm tightly.


    "Let me go!" I struggled to get out of his grasp but to no avail.


    "That''s my child. You can''t abort it without my consent!" Richard insisted while looking at me coldly.


    It was as if he was giving an order that I could not disobey.


    But I remained unfazed. I took a deep breath and, all of a sudden, kicked his crotch while he was


    distracted. Richard let go of me and stumbled back in pain. But by the time he let go of me, his grip


    had already left a bruise on my arm.


    "What do you think Charles will do if he finds out that you''ve recovered?" Richard asked, half


    squatting on the ground. His voice trembled in pain, but the gravity of his words turned me by


    degrees.


    I was just about to smash a vase onto his head, but his words had me frozen in the spot.


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    It was then that I got ahold of myself. I must admit, what Richard had said scared the shit out of me.


    Charles''s attitude towards me hadpletely changed. Had he found out about my condition? At


    the thought of this, I grabbed Richard''s arm and begged, "Richard, you have to help me."


    Instead of getting angry for what I had done, Richard looked at me with a sneer.


    Judging from the look on his face, he would not help me. With that, I pushed him away and began


    to think of a n.


    "I saved Charles''s life. Yes, I saved Charles'' life." I kept repeating this sentence. Not long after, my


    flustered heart finally calmed down, and a sneer tugged at the corners of my mouth.


    Richard must have sensed what I was thinking as he bellowed, "Shame on you! Scarlett is innocent.


    She is the one who suffers from this mess you create!"


    I was taken aback by this. Richard was supposed to be my ally, not Scarlett''s. What he had said


    infuriated me and made me hate her even more. "How dare you speak for that bitch? Do you like


    her too?"


    She had taken Charles away from me. And now, even Richard thought highly of her. If only she had


    died when she was abroad, things would not have turned out this way.


    "Don''t think everyone is as disgusting as you are." Richard limped away as soon as he finished


    speaking.


    Anger surged in my heart as I watched him walk away.


    ''Scarlett, since you like stealing what''s mine, don''t me me for being rude!''


    Scarlett''s POV:


    I was heading to the restaurant for breakfast. While I was waiting for the traffic light at the


    intersection to go green, my phone suddenly rang. It was a call from Charles.


    I was surprised to see his name on the screen.


    It should be midnight at home. Why was he calling me at this time?


    Nevertheless, I decided to answer the call. "What''s up?" I asked indifferently.


    "Are you okay?" Charles asked back, a hint of panic in his voice.


    "I''m fine." My voice softened when I felt his concern. But I must admit, I was confused as to why he


    called out of the blue.


    Charles breathed a sigh of relief. "That''s good. I just had a nightmare, so I called to check up on


    you." For some reason, something felt off. I could sense the lingering fear in his tone. He seldom


    talked to me like this.


    "I''m fine. Don''t worry," I said lightly.


    Charles did not speak anymore. I did not say anything more either. As neither of us spoke for a long


    time, he finally hung up the call.


    My phone screen went off as the call ended. But I just stood there, dazed and confused.


    Charles sounded flustered and anxious. Was he worried about me?


    My mouth twisted into a bitter smile. Charles did not even want to talk to me in the first ce. How


    could he care about me?


    But then, why did he call all of a sudden? I racked my brain to figure out the answer, but I could not.


    While I was in deep thought, a car sped in my direction. My life shed before my eyes. Fortunately,


    I jumped out of the way in time. I would have been seriously injured if I was not quick to my feet. At


    that moment, the car hit the protective railing at the side of the road and stalled. I fell to the ground


    and grazed my palms and knees. My wounds kinda hurt, but it was better than being dead.


    I looked at the car, wide-eyed. The driver did not even get off to check on me, much less apologize.


    He just started the engine and drove away. Just then, Spencer and Nina rushed to me.


    "Oh, my God! Scarlett, are you okay?" Nina rushed to my aid and helped me to my feet.


    I gave her a reassuring smile, not wanting her to worry about me. Although my hands and knees


    hurt, my injuries were not that serious. "I''m fine," I said in a low voice.


    Nina breathed a sigh of relief. She held my hand and led me to the restaurant opposite the street.


    The two of us sat at the round table.


    Spencer ran after the car that almost hit me and only joined us after a long while.


    "There''s something fishy about what happened just now," Spencer said to Nina and me in a serious


    tone.


    The truth was, I had a feeling that the car had targeted me. But for what it was worth, there was no


    point in making my friends worry about me.


    "Maybe it''s just a coincidence," I reasoned out.


    "I remember the te number and the direction he left. Excuse me. I''ll have to make a phone call."


    Spencer stood up with his phone in his hand.


    Nina looked at Spencer, who was about to go out of the restaurant, and then turned to me. "He


    must be calling Charles."


    I sighed. "Let him be."


    "Do you really think what happened just now was a coincidence?" Nina queried with a serious look


    on her face.


    "I''m new here. I don''t think anyone knows me here in the first ce," I joked with a rxed smile.


    "You''re right. Maybe I''m just overthinking." It was only then was Nina reassured.


    I patted her on the shoulderfortingly. "Yes, I''m alright. Don''t worry."


    ******


    The next day, Spencer called me early in the morning.


    "I''m ready to go home. Take good care of yourself here. Tell me when you''re going back home. I''ll


    pick you up at the airport," Spencer offered earnestly.


    I nodded in agreement. "I will. You too. Be careful on your way home."


    Three dayster, I came back home for work.


    Many recognized me at the airport, and my fans even greeted me warmly. I took a group photo and


    video with them. They asked for my permission if they could upload the video online, to which I


    agreed without a second thought.


    After work, Abner came to my workstation.


    "You''re Inte''s darling now. Your video has gone viral," he said teasingly. But then, he put on a


    straight face and solemnly asked, "Would you like to have dinner with me tonight? You came and


    left in a hurryst time. I didn''t have the chance to ask you out after that."


    "I''m sorry. I promised Grandma I''d have dinner with them tonight. Maybe next time." I refused


    Abner''s invitation politely.


    "It''s okay. The elders are more important. Go home now. Let''s just have dinner next time." Abner


    waved goodbye at me and then turned around to leave.


    As soon as I stepped out of thepany, I saw the driver waiting for me at the side of the road.


    I got into the car, and the driver sped away at once. With nothing to do, I looked outside the window


    and gazed at the receding scenery.


    "Was everything okay when you were abroad?" the driver asked when he saw that I was bored.


    "Everything was fine. By the way, are Grandpa and Grandma all right?" It had been several days


    since Ist called Grandma. I knew them like the back of my hand. They would not call, even if they


    were not feeling well.


    "They''re all fine. It''s Mr. Moore who doesn''t seem to be doing well." The driver looked at me through


    the rearview mirror. He opened his mouth to say more but stopped on second thought.


    "What''s wrong with Charles?" I casually asked, but I was a little worried about him.


    "Well, Mr. Moore often goes to the bar and gets himself drunk these past few days. He has also lost


    a lot of weight," the driver answered with a heavy sigh.


    "Is he under too much pressure at work?" I asked, bewildered.


    I had been with Charles long enough to know that he was not an alcoholic. Why did he suddenly


    feel an urge to drink?


    "It''s because you were away from him. He couldn''t stand it, so he drowned his sorrows in alcohol,"


    the driver exined with a helpless sigh.


    "How could he be like that because of me? It must be because of work," I argued while looking in


    the distance.


    The driver looked as though he wanted to say something more. However, he decided not to when


    he saw that I did not want to talk about Charles anymore.


    We arrived at the destination not long after. Just as I was about to enter the house, a sports car


    stopped in front of me. I could not help but take a step back at the sight of it.