It was Charles who called, and she was inexplicably a little nervous. For some reason, when she
thought of Charles, she thought of Lacey.
"You answer the phone then. I'll go back first." Theresa thought Dolores didn't answer the phone
because she was around.
Dolores hesitated because she was afraid that Charles would talk to her about Lacey. She didn't want
to get into that again.
However, Charles was very persistent. It seemed that Charles wouldn't hang up until she answered the
phone. Her phone kept ringing.
Finally, she took a deep breath and pressed the answer button. Soon Charles' voice reached her, "Did
you leave today?"
Dolores said, "I will leave tomorrow because of something."
"Then let's meet today," Charles said.
Dolores stood on the roadside. She looked down at her shoes, "I have something to do. I'm afraid ..."
"You're leaving tomorrow. Aren't you going to say goodbye to me?"
Dolores was silent.
"It'll only take a few minutes," Charles added.
After all, they had known each other for a while. Since Charles said so, she couldn't refuse him again
and could only agree, "You come to me."
"I'll have someone pick you up. I can't come to you now."
"Forget it then, you tell me where you are. I'll take a taxi there by myself." It would be a hassle and a
waste of time to have someone pick her up.
"Wait for me at the villa. I'll be back soon."
Dolores said after a moment of silence, "Okay."
She walked to the side of the road to get a taxi. After waiting for about ten minutes, she finally got a
taxi. When she got in, she gave her address.
Half an hour later, the driver pulled up to the villa and Dolores paid for the ride and got out.
Charles notified Amelia in advance. As soon as Dolores got out of the car, Amelia walked towards her.
She smiled and said, "Hello, Ms. Flores."
Dolores was familiar with this girl after a few days together. She went to her, "It's so cold outside, why
don't you stay inside?"
"Young master told me to wait for you here. He said you would come." Amelia smiled and said, "Come
inside first."
Dolores was no stranger to this place. After all, she had lived here for a few days.
As she walked into the living room, Dolores took off her coat and hung it on the coat hanger. The house
was warm with air conditioning and floor heating. She would be hot in her coat.
Amelia went to make coffee, "I didn't think I'd see you again."
She came over with steaming coffee and put it on the table, "Actually, Young master is quite nice."
Of the two women around Charles, she preferred Dolores. She didn't know why, but she found Dolores
kind and easy to be with.
Lacey looked gloomy, and she didn't like her.
Dolores didn't sit down, but walked towards the fish tank placed at the window, pretending not to hear
Amelia's words, "These fish are still here."
She remembered that after she was rescued, she had difficulty moving because of her injured feet.
Charles got these fish for her to kill time for fear that she would be bored.
These fish were indeed rare, brightly colored and peculiar looking. She put her hand in the water and
flicked the tail of the fish, which got scared and swam away quickly, making Dolores laugh.
Amelia stood aside, also staring at the fish in the water, "Young master feeds these fish himself every
day."
Dolores looked up. Would Charles be so idle as to feed these fish every day? Amelia smiled, "Of
course, when he's here. Usually, I take care of these fish. Most of the time, I change the water and feed
them, but as long as he's here, he's the one who feeds them."
As the water moved, the fish swam happily. Dolores gazed into them.
"I heard that fish only have the memory of seven seconds. It would be nice if people could also
selectively forget things." Suddenly, a low male voice came from behind her. Dolores turned around to
see Charles walking towards her in his wheelchair.
"Have you been here long?" Charles asked.
Dolores shook her head, "No, I just got here."
Charles rolled his wheelchair to the fish tank and waved his hand at Amelia, "You guard the door and
don't let anyone in."
Amelia looked at Dolores and then at Charles, but finally said nothing and left with her head down. She
walked out of the house and closed the door.
The large living room fell silent suddenly.
Dolores looked at the closed door and raised an eyebrow, "Do you have any secrets to share?"
He sent Amelia away and didn't let anyone in.
Charles was frank, "Yes, I have something to tell you."
But, not something secret.
"What's it?"
"Sit down then." Charles rolled his wheelchair towards the couch.
Dolores followed him to the couch. The coffee Amelia had made was still steaming and she picked it up
and took a sip. As she put the cup down, she heard Charles say, "She's fine, but she doesn't talk and
refuses to see me."
Dolores's hand paused for a moment. She didn't say anything. She knew who Charles was referring to.
At this point, she preferred to be a listener.
"I know she feels too embarrassed to see me," Charles said to himself. Now he did want to talk to
someone. Otherwise, he would be depressed, "The doctor said she is in bad mental health. I'm going
to send her to a nursing home."
He hoped that Lacey could live like a normal person in the future.
"I'll let my people gather evidence of the Ward family's abuse of her. I think it won't take long for the bad
guys to be brought to justice."
At this point, Charles was calm. After one night, he had calmed down.
"I believe you can do it." With Charles' status and position here, it shouldn't be hard for him to punish
two bad guys.
Charles looked at Dolores, "You trust me that much?"
Dolores smiled, "It's not that I trust you, but you have that ability."
Charles gave a bitter smile, "Are you really going to draw a line with me?"
Dolores fiddled with her coffee cup on the table, "If I was going to draw a clear line with you, I wouldn't
be here today."
How could she possibly draw a line with him when she had no grudge against him?
Charles smiled, "Yeah."
Dolores looked up, "Is that what you wanted to talk to me about?"
Charles stared at Dolores for a few seconds, somewhat torn, but asked, "You have met Victoria,
haven't you?"
Dolores was surprised because Charles changed the subject so quickly. They were clearly talking
about Lacey. Why did he suddenly bring up Victoria?
And, he also knew Victoria.
But the thought that Nathan was his adoptive father made it not surprising to her that he knew
something.
"She's at City B. How could I have met her?" Dolores looked down at the coffee in her cup. She'd
promised Victoria.
She didn't even tell Matthew about this, and naturally, she wouldn't tell Charles.
Charles looked at her, "You even kept your mouth shut to me?"
Dolores looked at him, "So what if I've seen her? And so what if I haven't seen her?"
"I want to know what she said to you," Charles stated his purpose directly.
Before Dolores could answer, he revealed what he knew, "The person who taught you how to make
Gambiered Canton Gauze was Victoria's brother Kevin. Victoria was my adoptive father's first love. He
never married because of her. My adoptive father lost his finger when he was alive. To be honest, I'm
now investigating the person who cut off his finger."
Dolores' hands clenched suddenly. Nathan had his finger cut off?
Her brain worked fast. At that time, Victoria only said that Jeffery used Nathan to threaten her to make
that phone call to Jayden, but she didn't mention what cruel methods Jeffery used to threaten her.
So, Jeffery cut off Nathan's finger to threaten Victoria to make the call?
"He raised me and left me his fortune. I have to do something for him." Charles stared at Dolores' face.
He knew Dolores must know what happened back then, and knew who cut off his adoptive father's
finger.
Dolores was in a difficult position. The Harris family was not simple and had ties with the Nelson family.
After she told him, if Charles went to the Harris’s to seek revenge, would it bring up what happened
back then?
By then, Matthew's identity would be revealed.
No, she couldn't risk it.
"I don't know ..."
Suddenly, the room door was pushed open and Amelia ran in in a panic, "Oh, no, some people are
coming to make troubles at the gate."
By then, Matthew's identity would be revealed.
No, she couldn't risk it.
“| don't know ..."
Suddenly, the room door was pushed open and Amelia ran in in a panic, "Oh, no, some people are
coming to make troubles at the gate."
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