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."

Hart had passed away. Who acted before Kate? Was it Richard or

thought of Hannah, always lurking in the shadows, made me

room. It was half

sleepy, and I drifted off, feeling a warm presence beside me. I frowned slightly, probably Max,

him, murmuring, "Max, I'm

could feel him tense up for

the sounds of

to find a new steel gate

Asperger's Syndrome. Did

get Max

this morning, and then all these workers showed up to install the bars. Ms. Claire, did you

at my new prison. Max and Charlie really were cut from the same cloth, both learning

"Where's my phone?"

my pockets and my room's table,

confirming my suspicion it was Max's

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