NovelEnglishChapter 258 Rosalind felt sick to her stomach, but just as she opened her mouth to speak, Charlotte cut her off.
"So this is how you really feel about me? All this bitterness and spite-guess that's the real you, isn't it? I never expected you to be so cruel, to hateso much that you can't even stand the sight of me. All I wanted was one meal at the stable with the father I haven't seen in years." Then, Charlotte's voice suddenly softened, feigning understanding.
"But of course, I get it. You're angry. You've suffered. It's fine. If I'm not welcat the table, I'll just eat my dinner on the front porch. Maybe from now on, I'll be the Harvey family's watchdog. Call it my penance-atoning for my mother's sins like I should." Without another word, she stood, picked up the largest platter of roast meat, and strode toward the front door as if she truly meant to kneel outside and eat.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCharlotte didn't care about embarrassment. She'd dropped out of high school, working every odd job she could to pay for her mother's medical bills. She'd seen every shade of hardship, scraped her knees raw, and split her forehead open more times than she could count.
She had no reputation left to protect her pride was long gone. She'd do anything, sacrifice anything, if it meant saving her mother. Dignity was a luxury she couldn't afford.
Speople said shamelessness was a kind of invincibility. Maybe they were right.
Balancing the heavy plate of food, Charlotte walked steadily toward the doorway, ignoring the commotion behind her.
Rosalind was so shaken by Charlotte's words that her face flushed crimson. She tried to shout back, but the rage stole her breath-she collapsed in a faint before she could say a word.
Giselle, who'd been silent this whole time, jumped up in alarm. "Mom!" she cried, rushing to her side.
Charles's jaw clenched, veins pulsing at his temples. He barked, "Stop right there! Cback. Sit down!" Charlotte kept walking until her father called her back twice more. Only then did she pause, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at her lips.
She turned, tears streaking her face. "I didn't think Rosalind would faint..." Charles ordered the servants to help his wife to her room and massaged his aching forehead. He glanced coldly at Charlotte, then spoke in a clipped tone.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"From now on, be downstairs for dinner when you're called." Charlotte's eyes filled with grateful tears. "Thank you, Dad." Upstairs, in the bedroom.
Giselle hadn't been back with her mother long before Rosalind cto. She looked pale and drained, clutching her daughter's hand tightly, silent tears running down her cheeks.
"Oh, Giselle... now we have someone so low-born and sharp-tongued in our house. Who knows how she'll twist your father around her finger?" "Don't worry, Mom. It's nothing." Giselle did her best to soothe her. "She's all talk-no power, no influence, no claim to any inheritance. She can't do a thing." But Rosalind's anxiety lingered. She still wasn't convinced.
"Inheritance is one thing, but Lysander is what matters. You have to hold on to his heart, Giselle. Secure your engagement to the Montgomery family as soon as possible. That's the only way you'll be safe. Your father's right, too-if you can't get the wedding date set quickly, then find a way to get pregnant first. Once you have a child, no one can take your place." "Don't worry, Mom."
Giselle smiled. "He's willing to giveshares in his company his heart is withpromise. And I'll take care of the rest, too." Once her mother had calmed down, Giselle left the room, only to find Charlotte waiting outside, a bright, innocent smile on her face.
"Sis, I cto see Rosalind." "That's not necessary."
Giselle shut the door in her face, her eyes lingering coldly on Charlotten before she smirked quite the little actress, aren't you? Are you enjoying the show?" Charlotte tilted her head. "I could never compare to you, Sis."
Giselle's expression chilled. "Don't callthat. Know your place and stop coveting things that don't belong to you. This house isn't yours to command." Charlotte fluttered her lashes, still smiling sweetly. "Of course, Sis."
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