Chapter 640

They watched as a white shadow rolled sharply down the stairs.

Finally, it landed with a bang.

Charlotte fell heavily on the last of the first floor steps and finally came

to a stop after she fell all the way down to the hall in front of the crowd.

Her delicate face, because of the bump, was now covered by bruises

and dirt, and her meticulously combed hair now become disheveled.

The tempo of the symphony was constantly accelerating, and what

should have been an uplifting tune has now became the best

adrenaline for their rapid heartbeat.

"AH--" Finally someone shouted out loud, with endless horror in his

voice.

"Blood, so much blood!!!" The mournful scream had broken through the

symphony. The rhythm of the music was completely disrupted.

A pool of blood was creeping from under Charlotte and her snow-white

dress. The hem of the dress was instantly soaked in blood.

The pool of blood continued to spread, stretching out nonstop in all

directions, like the hand of a ghostly demon. Some timid high-society

ladies simply fainted on the spot at the sight of the pool of the blood.

Charlotte was lying lifelessly on the ground, as if dead.

She was crouched on the ground, and no one could see clearly that a

smile of triumphant pleasure was on her lips.

Although her body was in pain and she was feeling like her whole body

was being torn open, the pain at this point, on the contrary, only made

her brain even more excited. The discomfort she was feeling in her

belly now, then again, added to the pain.

Oh, she was feeling so happy in her heart. This sinful child would soon

be miscarried.

She was finally able to get rid of this sinful child.

It was Thomas’ child, and how could she possibly want it? If the

miscarriage of the sinful seed could take Joyce down with it, it would be

so worth her months of pregnancy.

She made the decision to set Joyce in such a shocking way, and she

would even give up her long-awaited glittering engagement

appearance just for it. Maybe her engagement would be postponed,

and maybe they would simply skip it, but it did not matter any more. All

their guests were here, and the rest was just normality.

She did pay a small price.

However, Joyce would pay a much heavier price.

In full view of everyone, she was "pushed" down the stairs by Joyce

and miscarried on the spot.

From now on, Joyce would not be able to have a second chance and

would not be able to get a foothold in Khebury.

She could not hold back the pleasure she felt in her heart. That

excitement kept stimulating her nerves, and she could not feel any pain

in her belly.

The host of the ceremony stopped the symphony music playing in the

hall in a hurry.

With the sudden silence, the hall seemed to instantly fall into a dead

atmosphere.

The guests gradually gathered around Charlotte.

Someone looked up and noticed Joyce standing on the third floor and

screamed out, "Oh my God, it's Joyce. It's Joyce who pushed Charlotte

down from the third floor. Oh my God!"

That scream instantly caused a stir in the crowd.

Jacqueline finally understood what happened and rushed to the front.

She looked at Charlotte, who was lying on the ground bleeding, and

then looked up at Joyce on the third floor. Her lips were trembling with

fear and anger.

And at that moment, Joyce stood in a daze on the third floor, and her

mind was blank.

Suddenly she heard something behind her and she glanced back.

It was Luther standing behind her.

Her heart sank as she finally understood what Charlotte meant when

she said, "I've really had better luck than you."

She thought that just now, from his point of view, he would have

thought that she had pushed Charlotte down the stairs ...