Chapter 358 – Schizophrenia
Blanche Capra disappeared from York Charlie’s life from then on, and no one would ever again rush up to him suddenly red-eyed and hug him and tell him that she was his lawfully wedded wife.
There would be no one to fight him at work.
There would be no more encounters with people who looked at him with a soft, tender look on their face.
That was what he wanted.
His world was completely clear.
But there’s no fun in it either, his life could have been business as usual, it was Blanche Capra who came into his world and messed it up.
Now that she’s gone, York Charlie feels sad.
There’s an emptiness in his heart, like something’s missing, and it’s a big piece.
He sat in his seat behind the desk of the president of the Charlie Group and tried to look around him with Blanche Capra’s perspective; there were still papers piled up on his desk that she hadn’t had time to review that day, and York Charlie flipped them open to look at them.
It seemed Blanche Capra had developed an elite team in his absence.
There were also name tags sitting on the table with York Charlie’s name on them, originally York Charlie thought they had just been replaced, then he realized that they were old name tags.
York Charlie shuddered to think what it meant, he said to himself, “This is all that woman’s doing.”
What was he doing? He hadn’t come to honor Blanche Capra’s memory, he had come back to inspect the company, and yet he had lingered in one office for so long.
Even as he mentally taunted himself a hundred times, York Charlie just didn’t get up as he turned on his computer-which required a password to boot up.
York Charlie tried to enter Blanche Capra’s birthday, unsuccessful, he tried his own birthday with skepticism, surprisingly opened.
The photo of him and Blanche Capra as a desktop appeared in front of him.
York Charlie was taken aback, he had absolutely no recollection of when he took this picture with Blanche Capra, and it looked too goofy to be him at all.
Then he suddenly realized why he remembered Blanche Capra’s birthday, having obviously never bothered to find out.
York Charlie swallowed hard as his mind repeatedly flashed back to the day of the court appearance, when Blanche Capra had looked at him.
It wasn’t a look of hatred or complaint, but disappointment.
She was disappointed in him, and there was a chance she’d never believe anything he said again.
But Blanche Capra is in jail now, and even if she sheds tears and he doesn’t see them, the guilt will be lighter, and he’ll be able to hold out for a while longer without breaking his chains.Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.
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The cottage where Blanche Capra had stayed, York Charlie was going to take all of her stuff and donate it to any random child in a poor mountainous area. But before that, he has to deal with Young Master George, Lorcan George, who appears out of nowhere.
As soon as Lorcan George arrived at his office, without saying a word, he rushed up and grabbed York Charlie by the collar, glaring at him with a deadly glare, a pair of black color set off even more unfathomably by his red eyes.
At the moment, those eyes were burning with rage.
“York Charlie, you son of a bitch! I let you have Blanche, and even if you didn’t love her in the palm of your hand, you actually sent her to jail with your own hands!” Lorcan George was furious and swung his fist to strike.
Luckily York Charlie was mentally prepared this time that he would eat the punch and caught Lorcan George’s fist just in time, his frontal hair fluttering slightly, “Who are you Blanche Capra, did she send you to clean me up?”
It would be nice if she was, that would at least prove that Blanche Capra still wanted to be associated with him.
York Charlie felt bad for Lorcan George, but by the tone of his voice, he seemed to have dropped out of the pursuit of Blanche Capra.
So what’s the situation now? The informed masses who are calling for her?
Lorcan George tugged at his collar, the distance between them closing in on a dark rivalry.
“I thought you cherished Blanche, I didn’t realize this was how you treated your beloved, what an eye opener.” Lorcan George sneered.
“How could Blanche do something like that? She tried desperately to protect your group, but you did something worse than a beast, she was really blind to see you in the first place.”
Had she been with Lorcan George, Blanche Capra’s life would be very different now, at least he wouldn’t have made her cry.
But that was all in the past.
Both he and Shireen Miller were shocked when they found out the news, neither of them expecting that their former lover would now be an enemy not to mention that now York Charlie would have to put Blanche Capra in jail himself.
They all believe that Blanche Capra was wrongly accused, but York Charlie clearly doesn’t believe him alone.
“You’ve all been fooled by her, and it’s purely deserved that she would end up like this today.”
“You-” Lorcan George is furious, but since he can’t convince him otherwise, he doesn’t waste his energy and finally releases his collar and retreats back to the table.
York Charlie straightened his torn tie, “If there’s nothing else, may President George leave?”
“…” Lorcan George was not willing to let this go.
His heart broke at the sight of Blanche Capra in the courtroom, emaciated beyond recognition, and so did Shireen Miller, who cried outright, “How did this happen …”
How they got to this point, only they know.
Unwilling, what could be done?
Lorcan George turned away, he did not pursue the matter, not because he was convinced by York Charlie, but because he felt that this person was simply incorrigible.
It was only after Lorcan George had gone that York Charlie heaved a sigh of relief, showing his fatigue, he closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, wondering how many more people would have to come to clear his ears.
Yesterday, a woman named Nadia had also come to his office, also making a scene, demanding that he return the Blanche Capra, and if it weren’t for the fact that she was the daughter of the Clark family, York Charlie would have called security.
In the end, Nadia left in style, leaving York Charlie with ripples of memories of his time with Blanche Capra.
There was a lot more, when he didn’t think about it.
The landline suddenly rang at that moment, York Charlie answered it, it was the maid of the villa where Blanche Capra lived calling.
“President Charlie, when are you arriving?”
“About eight o’clock this evening.” He looked at the time.
He’d be making a trip there today; the maid was in charge of packing Blanche Capra’s things, and he’d leave the useful ones before calling the movers to send them out.
It was estimated that it would take until tomorrow to pack.
York Charlie could have done without such trivial little things, but the thought of still getting a feel for where Blanche Capra had been made him make the decision.
He also knew that since he couldn’t part with it he shouldn’t have done it so completely and desperately, but the thought that he wasn’t likely to see her in the future also meant that he couldn’t let things sit for fifteen years.
Besides, he had no intention of waiting for her.
York Charlie is like a schizophrenic right now, regretting and feeling guilty about Blanche Capra while feeling right and wanting to erase every last trace of her in his world.
In fact, the regret has to outweigh all the emotion, but the more he regrets, the deeper York Charlie goes.
There’s no turning back for him, Blanche Capra won’t forgive him anyway, and it’s better to forget about all of this than to live the rest of his life in guilt and fear.