Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 813: I Can’t Marry Him, Okay?

Charlotte indeed did not visit Janet Madison for a whole day.

On the morning of the second day, the room was permeated with the smell of urine.

Janet lay weakly on the bed, and when she saw her enter, the pride and arrogance were gone. Her expression was filled with pleading and timidness.

Charlotte said nothing, just fed her a few spoonfuls of congee. The pampered Janet wept as she drank the congee, finishing the small bowl completely.

After feeding her the congee, Charlotte changed her bandages, brought warm water to wipe her body, and helped her change into new pajamas.

The woman in a simple cotton nightdress curled up on the bed, biting her lip. When Charlotte came out of the bathroom, she looked at her with a bit of nervousness and a hint of ingratiation.

Charlotte asked her, "Are you still hungry?"

Janet had been starving for a long time; those few spoonfuls of congee could not satisfy her hunger, yet she did not dare to nod.

Charlotte said, "Then I’ll go downstairs and get you something to eat."

Janet was a bit stunned and subconsciously said thank you.

Charlotte gave her a mild glance, saying nothing.

Charlotte’s breakfast was a local baked flatbread, made from flour into palm-sized pieces, baked in an iron drum.

The taste was ordinary, quite hard, but at least filled the hunger.

As soon as Janet got the bread, she devoured it ravenously. Charlotte sat on the sofa nearby, quietly gazing out of the window.

There was an aura of calmness about her, a calmness tinged with foreboding.

Janet had previously not feared her at all, but after this day and night, she couldn’t help but shiver upon seeing Charlotte.

Janet ate two pieces of flatbread in one breath and drank a large bowl of hot water, finally soothing her growling stomach.

Just as she was taking the last bite, the phone placed at the bedside by Charlotte suddenly rang.

Almost instinctively, before Charlotte could rush over, she reached out and snatched the phone.

It was only when she held the phone that she realized something, and she looked up at Charlotte on the sofa.

Charlotte sat there, her dark eyes calmly watching her, making no move.

Janet’s face turned pale; she did not answer the call, her whole body stiffening.

The phone rang for a while before it quieted down. Janet watched as Charlotte walked over from the sofa to stand in front of her. Her face was white as she tried to make amends, "Miss Smith, I just..."

Charlotte didn’t speak; she simply took the phone from her hand and glanced at the caller ID.

It noted: Mommy.

Charlotte lowered her head, dialed it back, and handed the phone to Janet.

"You know what you should say, don’t you?" she asked softly.

Janet nodded hesitantly as her mother’s gentle calling came through the phone. Resisting the urge to cry, she hoarsely assured her mother of her safety.

When Charlotte felt it was enough, she reached out and took the phone directly, pressing the power-off button.

After Janet finished the call with her mother, she seemed a bit lost in soul. She looked down at her bandaged wrists and her bound legs, tears streaming down.

Charlotte tossed the phone onto the sofa, saying blandly, "Don’t cry in front of me. You came to me with ill intent; weren’t you hoping to make me cry?"

"I was wrong, can’t you see that?" Janet lifted her head, eyes brimming with tears, "I’ll give him back to you; I won’t marry him, okay?"