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

of Hannah, always lurking in the shadows, made me

lost any sympathy I had for her, hanging up and turning to enter my own room. It was half the size of Max's, but it had everything I needed. Lying in bed,

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

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

could feel him tense

only to wake up to the sounds of construction. Pulling back the curtains,

a new steel gate locked across my

had Asperger's Syndrome. Did I trigger him

get Max for

and then all these workers showed up to install the bars. Ms. Claire,

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

"Where's my phone?"

and my room's table, but

down, confirming my suspicion it was

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