Captive Hearts: The Tycoon's Ugly Bride novel Chapter 91

Chapter 91 She's a Piece of Work

After putting down the cup of tea, Louis got up, glanced at the terrible weather outside, and walked out of the study.

Eric was amazed that Louis was really convinced. Immediately, he followed Louis.

When Eric reached the front door, Louis glanced outside, but Louis didn't see Blanche at all, and then Louis gave a cold look to Clara, who looked guilty next to him.

"Where did she go? Didn't my mum order her to stand outside?"

Eric followed and looked outside. He wondered, 'Wasn't Blanche just standing outside?'

Clara lowered her head and said, "The rain was so heavy that Mrs. Herbart couldn't stand it. Then she left."

Just now, Clara snuck out to find Blanche.

"Mrs. Herbart, are you all right?"

After being driven out into the pouring rain, Blanche had nowhere to go. She had no choice but to hide under a large tree, but the tree couldn't keep out the rain. She was soaking wet.

"Clara, get inside. I'll be fine. Don't catch a cold."

"I'm not going back in. It's raining so hard. What are you going to do about that? Mr. Herbart's mum is really angry this time. If she doesn't let you in for the rest of the night, you're going to be sick. Mrs. Herbart, I know you must have pushed Miss Bird into the lake because she bullied you first. I knew Miss Bird was a two-faced person. Whenever Miss Bird meets Mr. Herbart's mother, she pretends to be gentle. However, she is rude whenever she sees servants. She's so good at acting."

Blanche took Clara's hand and felt touched. She hadn't expected Clara to believe her. And Clara had the guts to come out to see her under so much pressure.

"I appreciate it. But listen to me. Leave me alone. You go in first."

"But what are you going to do?"

"Don't worry. I've got it all figured out. I'll get out of here right away. Then I'm going to find my friend." Blanche glanced at the brightly lit villa and turned around to look at the grand entrance in the pouring rain.

Blanche felt cold. She thought, 'Fuck it! Why should I stand here and suffer?'