I'm Sorry My Love Novel

Chapter 739

Chapter 739 Sacrificing for the Greater Good Again?

Ever since Charlotte came back from the hospital, she locked herself in her room and refused to eat anything.

Charles called her down a couple of times but Charlotte was more determined than she had ever been before. Furthermore, he had a lot of matters to deal with following Philip's death, so he couldn't spare the time to work through Charlotte's grief with her.

He figured that things would get better with time.

Charlotte stayed in bed the whole time. She cried when she was awake and fell asleep when she was worn out from all her crying.

She became a lifeless, hollow shell of herself.

If I hadn't stubbornly run off to Highside, Zoe wouldn't have lost her baby because of me.

Grandpa Philip was so good to me. He loved me so much. I didn't get to spend more time with him. I didn't even get to say a few words to him, and now he's gone forever.

At some point, she heard a knock on her door. She exhausted her final ounce of energy to cry out, "I'm not hungry! Just leave me be—"

Before she could finish her sentence, a male voice called out icily, "I'm giving you one minute to open the door."

Charlotte froze. She immediately tried to get out of bed, but the fact that she skipped her meals for two days now seemed to have taken a toll on her. She barely had the strength to move.

After falling back onto the bed, she had a thought. I'm home now anyway, so why do I need to be afraid of his threats?

She didn't think he could do anything to her right in her own home.

Thus, she closed her eyes and pulled the covers over her.

After a while, she heard some commotion outside her door.

Charlotte pulled down the covers and looked out with teary eyes. The sudden influx of light made her squint.

A few seconds later, she finally reacted.

Where's my door?

Just then, a servant rushed in with some food and said worriedly, "You should eat something, Miss Charlotte."

Charlotte was still adamant about punishing herself, so she stubbornly declared, "I'm not eating."

"If she isn't going to eat by herself then pour it down her throat. It doesn't matter how much of it gets into her stomach."

Charlotte was speechless.

She turned back to the door but the figure who had been standing there earlier was gone.

The servant helped Charlotte up in bed. "Just take a few mouthfuls, Miss Charlotte. It's Mr. Philip's funeral this afternoon. I'm afraid you won't even be able to get past the door in this state."

"It's Grandpa Philip's funeral today?" Charlotte realized belatedly.

"That's right. Mr. Charles is busy with the funeral proceedings so that's why Mr. Lachlan is here to pick you up."

Charlotte lowered her head in silence.

The servant held up a bowl of soup and advised consolingly, "Miss Charlotte, I know you're grieving, but Mr. Philip had a good life and he left without having to suffer. It was the best we could've hoped for."

Charlotte's tears poured down her cheeks once more. "But… But I…"

"Death is a natural part of life, Miss Charlotte. It's okay to grieve, but you shouldn't let your grief consume you. I'm sure Mr. Philip would want you to carry on living a happy, blissful life."

While it wasn't certain whether Charlotte took the servant's advice, she began to drink the soup, though her tears kept falling anyway.

Once she finished the food, she took a shower and changed into the black dress the servant prepared for her.

Charlotte rubbed her puffy eyes before heading downstairs.

Lachlan had been sitting in the living room the whole time, and now that Charlotte had come down, he got up and walked off without saying anything.

Charlotte quickly tagged along behind him.

Once they were outside, she walked over to the car and was about to open the door to the front passenger seat out of habit when she saw Lachlan getting into the driver's seat.

Charlotte was startled.

Her hand froze midway as she didn't know whether to get in or not.

Lachlan glanced at her.

Before he said anything, Charlotte immediately got into the car and grabbed the seatbelt. "I'm ready!"

Alas, the seatbelt seemed to have it in for her. It refused to lock securely no matter how hard she tried.

Lachlan grew impatient and leaned over. He grabbed the seatbelt and buckled Charlotte in with ease.

Charlotte pressed herself flat against the seat to keep her distance.

Once they hit the road, Charlotte gripped her seatbelt and muttered, "Uncle…"

"Out with it," Lachlan said coolly without looking at her.

"Will there be a lot of people at Grandpa Philip's funeral?"

"Yes."

"Will they… urge me to marry you?" Charlotte's voice was barely audible.

Lachlan didn't see this coming.

"Is that all you think about with that brain of yours?"

Charlotte pouted. "It's only because a lot of people seem to want me to marry you. Grandpa Philip, Dad, and all those other relatives. There are so many of them. Will they be satisfied if I marry you?"

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