Chapter 63: They were on opposite sides.

Charlotte was engulfed in a towering hatred, thinking she might have gone mad. But she didn't care. She no longer had anyone to care about. All the plots and schemes, the plans to strip Chloe of her inheritance... they were nothing! Only one thing mattered now. She had to kill Chloe. That was the only way to quell the burning hatred inside her. Gripping Chloe's neck fiercely, Charlotte was a woman possessed. The bodyguards and servants rushed to intervene. "Get away!" she screamed, repelling anyone who tried to stop her with the ferocity of a wild animal—punching, kicking, biting. They tried to pull her off, but she kept breaking free, her hands finding their way back to Chloe's throat again and again. Her eyes were bloodshot with madness, her actions so unhinged that people were terrified to come close. On closer inspection, they realized Charlotte's fingernails had already snapped from the force, blood streaming out. "Get her off! Pull her away!" Patricia stomped her feet