Chapter 1156
You Hit My Heart
A few days later.
The Heath residence.
It was night. Outside the glass windows, the winter rain was making a
rustling sound, and the cold wind was whistling.
Charlotte lay in bed, looking out the window. The naked branches were
unable to withstand the northwest wind, swaying in the cold wind, and
the jagged shadows of the trees reflected on the window, looking
distinctly horrible.
She had fallen asleep and was awakened by a violent coughing fit.
Turning on the light, she sat up and looked at the time. Surprisingly it
was just after 9 pm.
After the miscarriage, her body had not been able to recover. Athough
the bleeding was not as worse as before, it had never stopped, and she
could smell a vague and constant odor.
She knew in her heart that this time, her body has suffered a huge
trauma, and the possibility of having children in the future had been
zero.
Struggling to get out of bed, she tried to pour herself a glass of water.
After a long time without getting on her feet, her legs were weak and
she stumbled and fell straight down, hitting her forehead on the coffee
table.
It hurt so much that tears fell from her eyes on the spot.
Every day, it's like being in jail. No! It's much worse than jail. At least in
jail she wouldn't be beaten up at will. And now, living in Otisâ shadow,
she had been completely reduced to his punching bag.
When he's in a good mood, he would never even pick up on her.
When things did not go well for him, a night of fists and kicks would be
a sure thing. He did not care about her death or life. And he always
beat her up always until he was satisfied.
She was treated like garbage that could be trampled on at will.
Yesterday afternoon, Otis came back with a stern face when she was
drinking porridge. She had no idea what she had done to annoy him.
He used his belt directly and whipped her so hard that she spilled her
porridge, and he forced her lick the floor clean. The humiliation was too
much to recall.
Charlotte sat paralyzed on the floor. She lifted up her sleeve and looked
at the shocking bruises on her arm.
Now, she lived a life worse than a dog.
She was only dragging her sick body, without any dignity, and living in
fear all day long.
It felt like he's going to get her killed at any moment.
No, she felt like she was, already, a leaf in the wind. With a miscarriage
that wouldn't heal and a badly infected lung she wouldn't live long.
She leaned helplessly against the coffee table and wept bitterly,
running out of breath in a flash. She cried so hard that her voice was
hoarse. Even when she was growing up in an orphanage, she had
never suffered as much as she did now.
Tommy usually slept in the living room all the time, taking care of
Charlotte in close quarters.
Tonight, he had just returned from outside when he heard the sound of
crying coming from inside the room.
His heart tightened and he hurriedly pushed open the door of the room.
He saw Charlotte sitting on the floor crying, and that the glass of water
on top of the coffee table was knocked over and water was flowing all
over the floor.
He rushed forward, helped Charlotte up on the chair, and said heartily,
"Miss Charlotte. let me pour you water. Sorry, I went out this afternoon
and came back late today."
The affectionate "Miss Charlotteâ name made Charlotte cry even
harder.
What a noble life she once had, and what did she even end up having
today.
The word miserable was no longer enough to describe her situation.
She regretted it. She especially regretted that she should not have
pushed Cecelia. Cecelia and General Ralph were the only ones who
could hold Otis down. She was the one who created the opportunity for
Otis to usurp power.