Chapter 479

If Lochlan knows about it… He treasures Charlotte so much. Will he hate me?

No, no way.

He will never know.

But what if that little b**** told him?

Mrs. Fraser felt extremely worried and uncomfortable.

After waiting for the entire day, she did not hear any accusations from Lochlan. Instead, Mrs. Warhol called and mocked her.

As she was still concerned about the incident with Charlotte, she could not be bothered to argue with Mrs. Warhol. After a few minutes, she hung up the call.

Mr. Fraser raised his head from the television and gazed at Mrs. Fraser. “What’s wrong with you today?

Why do you keep sitting and standing up?”

A look of annoyance flashed across her face as she snapped, “Nothing’s wrong!”

“Really?” Mr. Fraser frowned.

She’s acting so strangely.

“What else can happen to me? Mrs. Warhol called me, so I’m feeling very frustrated,” said Mrs. Fraser as she sat on the sofa.

The moment she sat down, two rows of men in black charged into the living room, exuding a hostile aura.

Shocked, she almost fell from the sofa.

She shrieked, “Who are you? Why did you barge into my house?”

On the other hand, Mr. Fraser was calmer. Standing up, he glared at the men. “Who are you? Did the Fraser family offend any big-shot? Did we offend a deity?”

The living room was filled with a suffocating silence. Only the sound of raindrops outside could be heard.

“I don’t dare to call myself a deity. I just want to ask you, Mrs. Fraser, if you went to Lochlan’s house this morning.”

“I don’t dare to call myself a deity. I just want to ask you, Mrs. Fraser, if you went to Lochlan’s house this morning.”

A cold voice sounded from the midst of the rain. Then, a slender figure stepped into the living room.

What kind of face is that?

With the rainy night serving as her backdrop, her face looked as exquisite as a nymph, while her facial features were very delicate. However, the look in her eyes was extremely cold, sending chills down one’s spine.

Mr. Fraser had experienced all sorts of things in life. Despite that, as he scrutinized Ashlyn, he wondered, Since when did such a powerful person appear at Lake City?

The young woman looked elegant and dignified, yet the cold and intimidating aura around her was frightening.

Even a man like him, who was already past the age of fifty, shuddered unwittingly.

Having turned completely pale, Mrs. Fraser looked at Ashlyn who had come to interrogate her. She instantly knew that Ashlyn did not come with kind intentions.

However, Mrs. Fraser stubbornly refused to confess.

“Miss, what are you talking about? I don’t understand what you’re saying. Normally, I won’t go to my son’s house unless something happened.”

Ashlyn scoffed coldly. “Really?”

Mrs. Fraser forced herself to remain calm. “If nothing happened, I usually won’t disturb him.”

“Charlotte is autistic. She doesn’t have any friends too. Why would she disappear for no reason? Are you completely oblivious to that, Mrs. Fraser?” Ashlyn raised an eyebrow as she looked at the stubborn Mrs. Fraser.

Although the middle-aged lady looked quite similar to Lochlan, she was nowhere as honest as him.

Her eyes kept flitting, which was a tell-tale sign that she was lying.

Does she treat me as a three-year-old child who can be easily fooled?

Looking like she was taken aback, Mrs. Fraser exclaimed in shock, “Oh my God! Is Lottie missing?

Why didn’t Lochlan tell me and his father?”

“Lottie’s gone?” Mr. Fraser was surprised too. Having seen Charlotte a couple of times, he thought of her as a quiet and pretty girl.

Although he had some qualms about her living with his son, he had never harmed Charlotte because he thought that she had a pitiful life as an orphan.

Never did he expect Charlotte to go missing.

As he had been married to Mrs. Fraser for many years, he glanced at her subconsciously, finally understanding why she was so uneasy for the entire day.

His instincts informed him that this incident must be related to Mrs. Fraser.

A terrifying thought surfaced in Mrs. Fraser’s mind. If Charlotte’s gone, does it mean that my son doesn’t know that I stabbed her?

That’s great!

If that b**** is missing, she should never be found.

She was elated by that thought.

This way, my son will never know that I stabbed that little b****.