Chapter 228

"Charlie, you're wasted. I'm calling Kate."

I didn't wait for Charlie's reply before I hung up and decisively dialed Kate's number.

"Claire Floyd, how dare you call me after everything?" Kate's voice dripped with sarcasm over the phone.

"Charlie's passed out in some bar, go bail him out."

Despite everything, Kate still sounded worried about Charlie: "Which bar?"

"I didn't ask. You call him."

But the very next moment, I heard Kate break down into tears: "He's not picking up my calls anymore. I can't find him. He blames me for his mother's death, says it's my fault we can't be together, declared he never wants to see me again." I frowned, leaning against the wall. It was a fact that Kate had a hand in Charlie's mom's death.

"But I was framed too! I admit I thought about it, but someone beat me to it! I only went along with it. The worst I've done was having you kidnapped, nothing against humanity."

since Mrs. Hart had passed away. Who acted before Kate?

Hannah, always lurking in the shadows, made me

own room. It was half the size of Max's, but it had everything I needed. Lying in bed, my mind raced

me. I frowned slightly, probably Max, who often ended up sharing my bed. His faint scent of sandalwood was

reached out and hugged him, murmuring, "Max, I'm sorry, don't

him tense up for a

only to wake up to the sounds of construction. Pulling back the curtains, I saw workers installing stainless steel bars on

to find a new steel gate locked across my door. "Max, you

Asperger's Syndrome.

get Max

left early this morning, and then all these workers showed up to install the bars.

prison. Max and Charlie really were cut from the same cloth,

"Where's my phone?"

and my room's

my

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