Meanwhile, inside the pantry of Landry Mansion, Charlotte crossed her arms at her chest and pointed at the boiling kettle of water on the stove. "Get that for me. Don’t you know you're supposed to be making tea for our guests?"
Gwen, still wearing her cap and mask, furrowed her brows when she heard this.
Despite being a little annoyed at the treatment she was given, she knew fully well that Charlotte was treating her this way because she had mistaken her for Bonnie.
She wanted to find out what this woman was planning to do to Bonnie!
As soon as she thought of this, Gwen ambled over and slowly extended her arm t o pick up the boiling kettle from the stove.
However, as soon as her hand touched the handle, Charlotte gave her a hard shove in the back, sending Gwen's entire body propelling toward the burning hot stovetop.
Unable to stop in time, Gwen grabbed hold o f the edge of the stove with one hand while the other slammed into the hot kettle.
A bloodcurdling scream rang out from inside the pantry, followed by the pungent smell of something burning-
Luke, who had sprinted all the way to the pantry, felt as though his brain had exploded at the sound of Gwen's scream.
He stormed into the room like a madman, shoved Charlotte aside, and grabbed hold o f Gwen's hand. "Are you okay?"
Gwen was in so much pain that she could not speak, and instead, she shook her head nonstop, trying to signal to Luke that she was fine.
Luke was heartbroken at this sight.
He stared at Gwen's blistered hand and yelled, "I've already told you not to come with Luna today, but you insisted on coming, and not only that, but you insisted on playing this disguise game with Bonnie! Now look at what happened!
"Not only had Bonnie gotten hurt, but now you have, too!"
Gwen slumped weakly in his arms, her entire face as pale as a ghost, and said with a small smile, "If it weren't for me, Bonnie will probably be hurt even more now.
Besides, I'm still healthy, whereas Bonnie...”
Bonnie was pregnant.
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