Chapter 1180

Charlotte's perverse demeanor and words aroused Joyce's suspicion

even more.

Things were definitely not simple.

She raised the gun in her hand and walked towards Charlotte, "Why is

Cecelia unconscious, and what exactly did you do?"

Charlotte kept shaking her head, drowning in pain and self-blame and

in a trance.

Suddenly she shouted like a maniac, "It wasn't me. I didn't mean to

push her down. Who taught her the truth! I didn't mean to do it! I didn't I

didn't!"

After days of physical and mental trauma, Charlotte's sanity had long

been on the verge of a collapse.

“I was so good to her. I treated her like she was my mother. I gave her

all my affection! But what about her, why would she suspect me?"

Her eyes were wide open, staring at her hands as if they were stained

with blood, and she shook her head in fear.

“I didn't mean to do it, didn't mean to push her, no no!"

She was half-crazy, half-insane, and her emotions were out of control.

Shocking words and appalling facts went straight from Charlotte's

mouth.

Tommy, who was listening clearly and was overwhelmed, fought back

his injuries and questioned Charlotte with broken gasps.

"What ... is that you pushed Ms. Cecelia ... you lied to me?"

He couldn't believe it. How could this happen? Charlotte and Cecelia

were mother and daughter. How could a daughter lay a cruel hand on

her mother? What a beast! He could never dream of it.

He always thought Charlotte was the poor victim.

If so, what he had so far done for Charlotte... Wouldn'tit all be a

joke?11!

"So what if I lie to you? You're a piece of shit! You're no use at all!"

Charlotte's bloodshot eyes were scarlet and she kicked Tommy again,

and, pushed him hard.

Tommy collapsed right next to the abandoned stairs.

The stairs in the rotten building were with no handrail, and the bottom

of the steps were overhanging.

He was shot and he could not hold it. He went directly from the stairs

and fell down.

AHHH!

Pop!

Tommy fell straight down through a gap in the stairs.

With the sound of vibrationhe the whole rotten building seemed to be

trembling.

Joyce was so shocked, her face lost its color, and she couldn't stop

Charlotte's crazy deeds in time.

Charlotte had no qualms about killing in front of her.

She hurriedly ran to the side of the suspended staircase steps and

looked down.

Below the stairs it was at least two or three stories high, and Tommy fell

straight down. A large amount of blood was gushing out from the back

of his head, especially hideous in the dusty, dilapidated building.

Joyce remembered that her cell phone had been broken and she

couldn't call an ambulance, nor could she spend too much time with

Charlotte, who needed to be taken to the hospital in time.

"Hahahahaha." Charlotte leaned back and laughed out loud.

She had killed too many people, stained with too much blood. She had

long been numb.

"Charlotte, are you a human? Taking him just like that? How dare you

not feel guilty in the slightest!"