Chapter 6 His First Love

Victor's disgustingly hideous face was right in front of Charlotte. He smelled terrible and he was breathing heavily on her face. Charlotte closed her eyes in despair. "What?!" "Wait… Isn’t this…” Victor let out a frantic cry and suddenly let go of Charlotte as though he had just gotten shocked by electricity. He stared at the badge on the collar of the man's shirt that Charlotte was wearing. The badge, which was made of pure gold, was the size of a coin and had two axes and a skull engraved on it. This emblem belonged to Mr. Connor, and Mr. Connor was definitely not someone he could mess with. While Victor was lost deep in thought, Charlotte used all the strength left in her to push him away! Victor gritted his teeth but did not pounce on her again. "Hmph! You got lucky this time, but I’m not going to be nice next time. When you have no other choice but to beg me for help, I’m going to make you regret rejecting me today!" Charlotte sat on the edge of the bed in a daze. Her face was pale, and she looked helpless. Everything Victor had said to her echoed in her ears like a curse. In the past, Victor Rutherford had been as docile as a dog in front of her and her father, but the Simmons Family was now forced to be pushed around by him. Charlotte smiled helplessly. "The doctor said that Mr. Simmons is recovering quickly and he’ll most likely wake up in a day or two." Alfred was worried that Victor would come back to cause trouble because Charlotte was alone in Walter’s ward. He hurried back to the ward after quickly getting his wounds treated in the emergency room. Charlotte had mixed emotions, as when her father woke up, he would be taken to court by Victor Rutherford. "Miss Charlotte, I know there are some things that I shouldn’t say because I’m just a butler, but I still want to let you know that Victor is a man without honor. Even if you gave in to him, he might not actually let Mr. Simmons go. You must consider this carefully." Charlotte looked at her father, who was still connected to a ventilator. "Don't worry, Alfred. I'm not that naïve. I can clearly tell what kind of man Victor Rutherford is." But she could not tell what was going on with Bryson! Bryson Harper! How could he be so cruel to her? As Charlotte tried to connect back to reality, she turned to look at Alfred. "Bryson wouldn’t turn his back to me and my dad for no reason. Tell me, what are you hiding from me?" In the past, Walter and Alfred had hidden the truth from Charlotte for the sake of her relationship with Bryson. However, Alfred now understood that there was no point in hiding the truth anymore. "Bryson and Tiffany grew up together. They were in the same school from kindergarten up until high school and university. When they were still in high school, they dated for two years, but for some reason, they broke up. "When you met Bryson, Mr. Simmons saw how much you cared about him, so he asked me to investigate Bryson's relationship history. That was when we found out about Bryson's relationship with Tiffany Miller." So Tiffany Miller was Bryson's first love? Charlotte and Bryson had been together for more than four years, but she had never heard Bryson talk about Tiffany. "Four years ago, the day when you and Bryson got engaged, Tiffany moved to Australia with her family. Coincidentally, the day before your wedding to Bryson, Tiffany returned to Rothesay. Bryson bought a mansion for Tiffany in the suburbs. Mr. Simmons was afraid that Tiffany’s presence might affect the relationship between you and Bryson, so he asked me to do something bad to her." Charlotte’s heart sank, and she grabbed Alfred’s sleeves in a panic. "What did my dad ask you to do?" Although the death of Bryson’s parents was related to Mr. Simmons, it had still been mainly caused by Bryson’s parents themselves. He no longer resented Mr. Simmons for that. Therefore, this bad thing that her father had done to Tiffany must have been the reason Bryson had turned against her father! "Mr. Simmons told me to send Tiffany away without letting anyone know. However, she managed to escape on the way. Then, I heard that she was living in the villa Bryson had bought her. Bryson must have heard from Tiffany about Mr. Simmon’s plan to send her away. This must be why Bryson resents Mr. Simmons." Alfred spoke regretfully. He blamed himself for not doing a good job. If he had actually sent Tiffany away, maybe all those accidents would not have happened. "Miss Charlotte, where are you going? "Oh, dear! Your body is still very weak. If you don't stay in the hospital to get some rest, it’s going to affect your health in the future... Miss... "Miss Charlotte!" Charlotte dragged her heavy body out of the ward. Her father would definitely ask her about the child after he woke up. When he found out that her child had “died prematurely" after being born and Victor Rutherford had decided to take him to court, he might pass out again under all that stress. Now that she had found out the reason behind everything, she wanted to deal with the matter before her father woke up. What Victor had said about her father was right. He had indeed sacrificed everything he had for her and the family. Now that her father had collapsed, it was time for her to step up and support her family. "The Pearl" was the most luxurious clubhouse in Rothesay. It was also a place people often frequented to find potential partners. All the luxury cars parked at the entrance were worth billions. One of the supercars was made of pure gold and looked absolutely dazzling. When the usher saw someone stumbling to the door, he thought he was seeing things. When the woman came closer, he was certain she was an actual human being. "Miss, please wait a minute. Do you have an invitation?" All the women who were eligible to visit “The Pearl" came in luxury cars and dressed in luxury brands from head to toe. This woman was haggard and was even wearing a hospital gown and slippers. Had she escaped from a psychiatric hospital? "I'm here to see someone, so I don't need an invitation. Just let me in." Charlotte looked up with a pale face and watched the people in the hall through a translucent golden door. It was Wednesday, and Bryson would go there every Wednesday afternoon. She was certain that he had come today as well. "I'm really sorry, but only people with an invitation can enter. Please leave," the usher said patiently, maintaining his professionalism even though he had to deal with such an ignorant woman. All of a sudden, the woman walked past him and tried to make her way in.