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Charlotte’s eyes shone. She was about to lie when Mrs. Berry agitatedly continued, “It really was him. That a******. Karma will get him!”

“No, you got it wrong…” Charlotte tried to explain.

“What’s wrong?” Mrs. Berry’s face was red with anger. “You’re never one to lie. One look and I know exactly what happened.”

“It was him, but he didn’t hit me. He hit someone else and I stood in his way. Which is why…”

“So it was him? The next time I see him, I’ll be sure to teach him a lesson,” said Mrs. Berry with frustration.

“You can’t. He’s the Devil. It was dangerous enough when you hit him with the broom. If you try something like that again…” Charlotte rushed to advise her against it.

“So? It’s not like he’ll kill me. At the very most, I’ll sacrifice my life fighting it out with him,” said Mrs. Berry fearlessly.

“He might not kill you, but he could punish me.” Charlotte threw out her trump card.

go after him.”

urged her, “Miss, let’s stay away from him. We don’t need his house, the people he

Michael is no match for him.” Charlotte furrowed

fight him? Is the bad man

let your imagination run wild.” Charlotte tried another method of comforting her. “He’s not so bad. He has saved me many times.

When?” Mrs. Berry

“Those times…”

in danger, when the house exploded, when she was attacked, and how

was absolutely

He just has a bad temper. So, let’s not poke the

we were poor and times were hard, life

future. You

“Before Mr. Windt’s

to cooperate with treatment and get better soon so you can help