Chapter 92: Unexpected News

Scarlett’s POV:

Charles bit my lips discontentedly, “Let go of your hand,” he said with a low and intoxicating voice.
However, what I did was quite the opposite. I held his hand tighter and replied, “No.”

Helpless, Charles took a deep breath and buried his head in the crook of my neck. “Don’t you trust
me?”

His words brought me to reality and woke me up from my sexual fantasies. I stared at the ceiling and
did not say a word for a long time. I felt like my heart was drifting in the endless sea, unable to get
ashore.

“Scarlett? Answer my question. Are you now willing to give yourself to me?” Charles’s hands made his
way up again. He kissed me on the neck, and his breathing became deep and heavy. I knew he was
about to lose control of himself.

“You’ve changed,” I remarked.

Charles stopped kissing me and stared at me confusedly with his lustful eyes as if the answer was on
my face.

I suppressed the overwhelming feelings in my heart and explained, “Let me remind you, Charles. You
already have Rita. Stop messing with me anymore. I don’t want to be caught up in your love affair.”

“You’ve never trusted me, have you?” Charles let go of me as soon as he finished speaking. For some
reason, he looked hurt.

I straightened my clothes and looked at him seriously. “You’d better pay more attention to her. She’s
pregnant and terminally ill. She needs you.” I was aware my words would do nothing but enrage him.
But, I had no choice but to say it. I had to make things clear for him once and for all.



“Is there anything else you want to say? Say it now,” Charles ordered with a sneer.

I was hesitant at first. But, I figured that this was a perfect opportunity for me to tell him what had been
troubling me. “Charles, let’s divorce. Don’t delay it anymore. Let me leave with dignity.”

“Scarlett…” Charles laughed bitterly and looked at me with disappointment. “You really are heartless.”

I was at a loss for words. I wanted to cry my heart out. I would rather him be angry with me than
disappointed.

Without another word, Charles stood up and put on his clothes. Just as he was about to walk out of the
door, he turned around to face me. “You’d better give up. I will never agree to the divorce.” His tone
was resolute, and he sounded like there was no chance he would change his mind.

With that, he strode out of the room without even waiting for my response.

I was dumbfounded and, at the same time, a little helpless because of his refusal. If Charles did not
agree with the divorce, things would eventually be out of hand. Rita’s baby bump was going to show,
and soon, it would be impossible to hide. If that happened, not only the three of us would be affected,
but also the reputation of the Moore family.

I went straight home from the hotel. I even bought a mask on the way as a disguise, so the reporters
would not be able to recognize me.

To my astonishment, there were no reporters at my door, waiting for me.

My uneasiness finally subsided. Charles must have dealt with them for me. He might be stubbom, but
he was kind and considerate. Even though he was cold to me when we were at the hotel, he still made
sure to take care of everything for me.



I was in a dilemma. On the one hand, Charles was treating me well as if he were in love with me. But
on the other, he had gotten Rita pregnant. Of course, I knew very well what I should do: I had to divorce
Charles one way or another. The more considerate he was to me, the more difficult it was for me to
stick to my principles. In all honesty, I was afraid that I would fall for him because of how caring he was
and that I would be unable to extricate myself from him.

I was engrossed in thought the whole day. To make things worse for me, Charles did not contact me,
nor did he come back in the evening.

I had no appetite to eat. I only had a bite of food for dinner, so I would not sleep on an empty stomach.
As I lay on the bed, I could not stop myself from checking my phone to see if Charles was calling. But if
he did call me, I had no idea what to say.

I turned over and heaved a heavy sigh. Every time we met, bringing up about the divorce was
inevitable, and we always ended up being at odds.

But come to think of it. He had no right to be mad at me. He had knocked Rita up. And now, she was
pregnant with his child. In a fit of anger, I blocked his number on my phone.

But just a few minutes after doing that, I picked up my phone again and unblocked him. I hated this. I
hated myself for being weak when it came to him.

With a heavy sigh, I threw my phone aside and stared at the window in a daze. I tried my best not to
think of him. But, I knew at the back of my head that I was longing for him. If only I could hear his voice
right now…

The next day.

Because of what had happened in the past two days, I decided to ditch work and stay at home instead.
After breakfast, I took out the coffee beans Nina had given to me and made myself a cup of coffee.



The sun was shining outside, and the aromatic smell of coffee wafted in the air. I was in high spirits;
that was until two uninvited guests showed up at my house. It was the director of the TV station and his
wife. But instead of feeling angry for what had happened to me because of the former, I was calm and
composed.

The director gave me a flattering smile. Then, he took out a tissue from his pocket and wiped the sweat
off his forehead. I could see that he was nervous.

“I didn’t expect you and Mr. Moore were a couple,” he initiated with a wry smile.

“Yes. I must say, you two are a perfect match,” his wife echoed.

I forced a smile at them but did not say anything in response. I was not in the mood for pleasantries
and small talk. Besides, my desperation when I fought against Nate still haunted me to this day.

At that moment, the director cleared his throat loudly and asked, “Nate… He knows your relationship
with Mr. Moore, doesn’t he?”

His question perplexed me. Was he passing the buck? I did not answer his question and waited for him
to continue.

“I… I just asked. I didn’t intend to imply something,” the director explained when he saw that I was
indifferent. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his wife furtively pull his sleeve and wink at him.

The director wiped his sweat again. All of a sudden, his expression turned solemn. It seemed that he
was finally going to say what he had come here for. “Scarlett, I came here to apologize to you. I had no
idea that Nate had the hots for you. I thought he just treated you as a junior. He’s an old friend of your
father, after all. I never expected him to be so… filthy.”



“Yes, Miss Riley—I mean, Mrs. Moore. I’m deeply sorry for what happened. My husband had no idea.
Had he known, he wouldn’t have entrusted you to that man. Please forgive him.”

As much as I wanted to avenge myself, I knew that Nate was the only one who should be blamed for
what happened. He only used the director as a stepping stone. I took a deep breath and pondered for a
while. After a moment of silence, I finally opened my mouth to speak. “I accept your apology. I won’t
take action regarding this matter.”

The director of the TV station breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you, Scarlett. But, Mr. Moore has
ordered me to resign and take the blame. Please put in a good word for me to Mr. Moore. Scarlett,
please help me.”

To my surprise, the director’s wife got down on her knees and begged, “Please ask Mr. Moore to let us
go.” She looked haggard as if she had aged ten years in just a few minutes.

Truth be told, I was dumbfounded. Charles had the ability to force the director of the TV station to
resign. What else could he not do?

Meanwhile, tears streamed down the cheeks of the director’s wife. I kept asking her to stand up, but
she refused to do so unless I agreed to their plea.

I decided to call Charles in the end. However, he would not answer.

I looked at them and shrugged my shoulders helplessly. “Maybe he’s busy at the moment. Could you
call him again?” the director’s wife implored.

I sighed and called Charles again. The line kept ringing, and it took a while before the call was
answered.

“Charles”



“Scarlett, this is Spencer. Charles got into a car accident last night. His arm was severely injured, and
he’s in a coma. He’s in the hospital right now.”

Spencer’s words were an unexpected blow to me. The world quieted down in an instant, but the news
of the accident rang to my ears.

In a fit of panic, I hung up the phone and rushed to the door, leaving the two visitors confused. I even
lost a slipper along the way, but I did not bother to retrieve it. All i wanted was to see Charles right
away.


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