Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 51

Caroline sat on the other side of the glass wall without ever moving her body. A mocking smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. And she said, "Is that so? Then you have to come out first."

Seeing that I was excited, the police directly pressed me down and warned, "Behave yourself!"

I was held down by the police and couldn't move. But Caroline pretended to say, "Officer, Caroline was confused for a moment. Don't make things difficult for her."

Later, I sat down on the chair. But the police were standing behind me for one step away.

"Caroline Archer, as I said, I don't want to be Mrs. Cowell."

I softened my voice.

Now, I even thought that as long as Caroline could withdraw the complaint, I probably could solve this matter easily.

Of course, Caroline knew what was going on in my mind.

She sat outside and put on a pitiful look again, "Charlotte, we're sisters. I value the

kinship between us the most. However, you've attacked me over and over again. Now everyone in our family is very disappointed with you. I'm afraid that if I run into any accident because of my lenience, our parents and Grandmother can't stand this blow."

She mentioned our grandmother.

I seemed to have clutched at straws.

I asked her, "Grandma? Does Grandma know about this?"

"Well..." It seemed that Caroline didn't expect that I would ask this. She quickly nodded and said, "Well, yes, she does. She didn't know what had happened last time. Patrick and I helped you to hide it. But this time, I can't hide it from her anymore. The elders of the two families already know about it."

Hearing Caroline's words, I just wanted to sneer.

"Did she help me keep it from Grandma?"

It surely was Patrick who had wanted to keep the elders in the dark.

This time, it was obvious that Caroline had informed the elders first.

Admittedly, Caroline was fierce.

If it happened once, Rosy and Ned might feel that there was something fishy about it.

But nobody surely would believe that I was innocent after I did it twice.

Caroline's words ascertained me that she wouldn't help me.

So I didn't want to waste my time arguing with her.

I turned around and went back to the detention center.

In the subsequent investigation, I heard that the police used a lie detector to detect whether the worker who had identified me was lying.

As a result, he didn't lie.

Soon, the investigation lasting forone-month ended.

Although I refused to see Seth, he helped me get a lawyer.

However, because of the worker's testimony and the result of the lie detector, I stood on the defender's seat and listened to how the case would be ruled.

Patrick and Caroline were sitting at the hearing area.

"How familiar this process is."

I knew that I surely couldn't reverse the case.

When the first ruling ended, I lost. And the judge announced that I was sentenced to another six months of imprisonment.

When I was taken out of the interrogation hall by the prison guards, I felt as if I had gone back to the days two years ago.

Looking at the handcuffs on my hands, I even felt that if I was in prison again this time, I might not be as lucky as I was last time.

"I'll definitely die inside!"

At this moment, I was in an infinite panic instantly!

My limbs were shaking non-stop.

"Don't... Don't..." I muttered as I raised my head and saw that not far away, Patrick and Caroline were right in front of me!

I suddenly ran up and rushed to Patrick as if I went crazy!

"Plop!" Kneeling in front of Patrick, I grabbed his trousers and pleaded, "Mr. Cowell, I didn't hurt her. I didn't do anything. I beg you. Believe me once. As long as you withdraw your complaint, I promise that I won't go back to City Y for the rest of my life. And I promise that I won't show up in front of you both for the rest of my life!"

I was not supposed to be that gutless.

However, the horrible memory of the previous days in prison as well as the fear of being in prison again made me fail to control myself.

At this moment, my cowardice overwhelmed me!

The police quickly caught up with me and wanted to pull me away.

But I held Patrick's legs tightly and begged him, "Mr. Cowell, I promise. Please withdraw your complaint. Please! I beg you. I have lost a child in prison. I don't want to go to prison again. I beg you!"

I said so without deliberation.

However, when I said this, I saw Patrick dilate his pupils violently. NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

There was a hint of hesitation in his expression.

Caroline seemed to have noticed it as well. She quickly took his arm and said in a delicate voice, "Patrick, if I let Caroline out again, I'm afraid that I won't be so lucky next time..."

As soon as she said that, Patrick lifted his feet hard and shook me away vigorously!

The police seized the opportunity to hold me down.

I was taken away by the police. And I looked back and glanced at Patrick desperately for the last time.

After I returned to the detention center, I seemed to be ill. I couldn't help but tremble from time to time. The fear in my heart made me feel that a lot of ants were nibbling my heart.

In the past, I didn't like to cry. But in the past few days, I always shed tears unconsciously.

I didn't eat anything. Nor did I drink.

In my opinion, I'd better die here rather than go back to the prison.

I had a strong feeling that if I went back there again, I surely couldn't get out again.

After I had been on the verge of despair for three days, the police came over and told me, "Charlotte Archer, you can go now."

I thought that something was wrong with my ears.

I looked at the police and confirmed, "What?"

I was so weak that I couldn't say anything more.

"You can go out now," the policeman said again.

"I'm not guilty!"

I was so excited!

But when I wanted to stand up, I fell heavily to the ground!

The police looked at me with disdain and ridicule, "Aren't you guilty? It's your sister who sees that you are pitiful and withdraws the complaint!"

No one believed me.

Even so, I was still very excited.

Because I didn't need to go back to the prison anymore.

The police were waiting for me to go out. But I, who didn't eat or drink anything for three days, had no strength at all. And I couldn't even stand up with ease.

It was the police who supported me by force and almost dragged me out later on.

When I arrived at the door of the detention center, I saw a familiar car.

It was Patrick Cowell.

I didn't expect that the person who came to pick me up would be Patrick.

As soon as I came out, the police threw my hand away as if they were avoiding the plague.

Because of the loss of support, I fell to the ground. I tried to get up with my hands. But my arms were weak. So I fell heavily again.

As my forehead hit the cement floor, my skin seemed to have been abrased.

Even so, I was quite happy.

Seeing me lying on the ground and smirking, Patrick got a complicated look on his handsome face.

Originally, I thought he would think I was crazy and thus leave.

But he came to me, leaned over, and picked me up as he walked to his car.

He held me in his arms quite lightly, which made me feel that he was somewhat gentle. I was in his arms, looking at him and leaning against his solid and strong chest. Taking a lot of effort, I managed to say two words, "Thank you."

After that, I couldn't help but shed tears again unconsciously.

I didn't know whether if it wa due to my illusion or I was too scared in the detention center.

I felt that Patrick no longer looked at me with a cold gaze. Instead, he looked at me with a somewhat warm look in his eyes.

He put me in the passenger's seat and fastened the seat belt for me. Then he went to the driver's seat.

Patrick sent me to the villa. A servant had already prepared food for me. Since I couldn't eat food by myself, the servant fed me some porridge. After that, I fell asleep.