Ricky was dead, anyway, so she could just make up the story the way she wanted it. In short, she could simply put all the blame on Ricky.
It was, however, so ridiculous that Charlotte should think that he just tried to kill her simply because of her affair with Ricky.
It was such a joke to Luther. What could it have to do with him even if she had affairs with a hundred men?
In his eyes, she was just a piece of trash.
Why should he care what a piece of trash did.
He did not open his mouth.
He just waited for Charlotte to continue and see what other stories she could come up with.
"Mr. Warner, I know, you must think that Ricky went after Joyce because I told him to. Actually, it's really not, I really don't know anything about it." Charlotte had calmed down quite a bit and she was slowly getting up from the floor.
Just now, because of his angry move, her beautifully pinned up long hair had been a complete mess, and the jeweled hairpin on her head had also disappeared. Probably it had fallen just now from the eighteen floor and shattered into pieces when he had just pushed her over the railing.
She simply unpinned all the hair, and let them drape over her shoulders. She looked wretched enough and those teary eyes of hers made her even more pitiful.
This was her usual trick.
Luther glanced out of the corner of his eyes, and he clenched his fists tightly, trying desperately to resist the urge to kill her again.
This garbage woman was still acting. In the past, if he wasn't deceived by her, how could he repeatedly misunderstand and hurt Joyce? Of course, it was all his own fault for being so blind, and he didn't have enough trust in Joyce. He was unforgivably guilty.
Only, since Charlotte still thought he had amnesia…
Since, the truth was not yet revealed, and only Charlotte knew about it…
Since Charlotte had lied to him for so long before…
Why couldn’t he, too, lie to her?
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