Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

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

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

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

Though … though things had her reasons but, she was still not for him? Wasn’t it because of Blanche Capra? Even if she killed old lady 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 blamed herself, her heart was cold again. She also thought that the gap and confrontation between herself and York Charlie were all because of Blanche Capra, and her hatred for Blanche 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: Blanche Capra.

Blanche Capra hadn’t expected to be bored at home and have someone come 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 Blanche Capra’s house it would soil her.

Blanche 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 glared at her hatefully, one with a subdued air and the other with anger, the better of the two could be seen at a glance.

“Blanche Capra,” said Mrs. Casey at last, 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.”

Blanche 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?”

Blanche 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 Blanche Capra.

Blanche Capra almost applauded her for being so accomplished. 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.”

Blanche Capra winked, her mischievous look flickered, she said somewhat hopelessly, “Alas, 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 …”

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

Blanche Capra, however, put away the playful look on her face, and said, in all seriousness, “Mrs. Casey, you must not guess there, either, nor labour in vain. For the record, I don’t want anything else, I just want York Charlie!”

No sooner had Blanche 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.

Blanche 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.

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

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 become even angrier, and even, quite a bit more cynical!

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

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

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

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

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

Blanche Capra froze, as did Mrs. Casey.

“Mum, this slap is to be taken as the punishment I deserve for the disrespect I showed you before, so your anger, this slap of yours, should be taken by me, not Blanche. you will, in the future, stay out of Blanche’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? Blanche 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 Blanche Capra in anger and desperation, while York Charlie stands in her way to keep her away.

Mrs. Casey growls low, her eyes staring at Blanche 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!”

Blanche Capra was momentarily frozen by such a Mrs. Casey. Was she that disgusted with herself? How could she not accept 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 …

Blanche 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 Blanche 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 blame me for being unkind to you; have you ever thought of me in any way?”

Mrs. Casey heard his words, but laughed, “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.