Scarlett's POV:
"Sorry, I don't know the Charles you're talking about. And I can't help you," I said and looked at Nancy. I
refused her request without hesitation.
Nancy was stunned and didn't seem to understand what I meant.
"Drink some water first, Scarlett," Charles offered and smiled.
He handed me a glass of water and stared at me as if he didn't notice Nancy there, desperately
begging for mercy.
"Charles, are you the man that Nancy mentioned just now?" I asked Charles deliberately in front of
Nancy while taking the glass of water from him.
"No, I'm not. I have nothing to do with her," Charles denied immediately.
"Then who are you?" I asked Charles again.
"I'm your husband, Scarlett," Charles replied, holding my hand and looking at me affectionately.
I saw tears in Nancy's eyes as she stared at Charles in disbelief.
"How could you say something like that, Charles?"
"Who allowed you to call my name?" Charles snapped at Nancy.
Frightened by his cold eyes, Nancy's face turned pale, and she lowered her head in grievance.
"Nicholas, please get Nancy out of here. My wife needs to rest. I don't want anyone disturbing her,"
Charles urged Nicholas impatiently.
"Of course. Nancy, come on. Scarlett needs some rest," Nicholas said while flashing me an apologetic
look. He gently took Nancy's arm, but Nancy didn't want to leave.
Unwilling to give up, Nancy shook off Nicholas' grip and addressed me once again.
"Please help me, Scarlett! I've been working hard all this time. You have no idea about the kind of hell I
had to go through just to get where I am. I can't lose this job!" Nancy pleaded, practically kneeling by
my bedside.
Looking at the desperate expression on her face, I kept silent.
As a woman, I didn't think Nancy had done anything wrong. If I were in her shoes, I definitely would've
made the same choice.
But I still didn't understand why Nancy was asking me of all people for help. After all, our relationship
was not that good.
All of a sudden, what Charles said a few days ago occurred to me. He said that he wanted Nancy to be
James's stepmother, which made me feel extremely disgusted. I looked at Nancy coldly.
"Are you really unwilling to help me, Scarlett?" Nancy pressed.
"Nancy, you made the company lose an important client, and you didn't engage in introspection. What
else can I say? Besides, I don't think it's my obligation to help you," I retorted, feeling a little taken
aback by the sheer entitlement in Nancy's tone.
Did she think that I had to help her just because she sobbed and wailed in front of me?
"It's not my fault at all. Any woman would resist being sexually harassed. You're also a woman,
Scarlett. You should take my side," Nancy said, trying to arouse my empathy.
"If it were Charles who sexually harassed you that day, would you have resisted?" I asked Nancy with a
sneer.
Finally, Nancy was rendered speechless. She clearly wasn't expecting me to ask that question.
Her reaction was enough of an answer for me.
Since Nancy liked Charles so much, she must be eager to have more physical contact with him.
"Please leave. I'm tired. I want to rest," I finally said and looked away.
"I'm so sorry, Scarlett. Nancy's spoiled and doesn't know when to quit. Don't worry. I'll take her home
right now," Nicholas apologized and put his arm around Nancy's shoulder. He hurriedly steered her out
of the room before she could start a whole new conversation.
After they left, both Charles and I kept silent.
I picked up the magazine on my bedside table and began to read it.
I had almost completely recovered during the past two days. I was expecting to be discharged from the
hospital as soon as possible.
I had no freedom here. I hated this place, and I hated Charles.
He just wouldn't let me go.
If I got discharged from the hospital today, Charles would surely take me back to the house in Garden
Street or to the Moore mansion.
Thinking of Charles's overbearing attitude, I felt a little annoyed.
Nancy's POV:
After walking out of the hospital, Nicholas put his arm around my shoulder and sighed, "I wouldn't have
come with you if I'd known that you only wanted to see Scarlett to broach the matter to her."
"Do you think Scarlett is beautiful, Nick? Who is more beautiful, me or her?"
Nicholas looked at me in confusion as if he didn't understand what I just asked.
After a while, he answered, "Of course you're more beautiful than Scarlett."
"Be serious! Do you really think I'm more beautiful than Scarlett?" I nagged, refusing to believe his
answer.
If what he said was true, then why couldn't I ever compare with Scarlett in Charles's heart?
Every time I thought about Charles being gentle and considerate to Scarlett, I felt like I was going to die
of jealousy.
What spell did Scarlett cast on im? Why was he so head over heels for her?
There had to be an explanation!
"Nancy, Scarlett is not a woman we can just judge," Nicholas said after a long silence.
Hearing this, I put on a disdainful smile.
"I admit that she used to be very beautiful, but now she's extremely ugly. She doesn't deserve to be
compared with me!"
Scarlett looked horrible now. Her skin was sallow and lifeless. Charles would dislike her one day!
"Nancy, if Charles and Scarlett were divorced, I wouldn't stop you from pursuing Charles. But they're
still married. You shouldn't be pestering a married man. I don't want you to end up like Rita," Nicholas
told me with genuine concern.
"What does Rita have to do with Charles and Scarlett?" I asked, flashing Nicholas a confused look. I
honestly didn't understand why he was bringing up Rita all of a sudden.
"More than a year ago, Rita suddenly disappeared. At that time, Charles and Scarlett also began to
drift apart. Back then, a rumor went around that the reason for Charles and Scarlett's separation was
the death of their child, which the gossipmongers attributed to Rita.Now no one knows whether Rita is
alive or dead. That's why I don't want you to end up like her. I don't want you to just vanish into thin air
someday," Nicholas said, looking at me worriedly.
"Why do you say that? Has Rita's body not been found?" I asked, starting to feel scared by Nicholas'
words.
"With Rita's temper, if she was still alive, she definitely wouldn't let Charles and Scarlett live a peaceful
life."
"Do you mean Rita's dead?"
I shivered unconsciously.
"Probably," Nicholas replied.
I suddenly felt lucky upon hearing his words.
If Rita was really dead, then I'd have one less rival in love.
A ruthless rival in love like Rita was terrifying.
"Nancy, if Charles has already made up his mind about firing you, you can come work in my company,"
Nicholas offered.
"No, I want to stay in the Moore Group," I refused decisively.
"Fine. If you want to stay, you have to solve the problem by yourself. Don't ask Charles or Scarlett for
help again," Nicholas conceded.
"I will," I agreed and left the hospital with him.
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