Chapter 1172: Chapter 1172: It Was I Who Killed Her
After placing Jack Thompson on the bed, Charlotte Thompson carefully covered him with a blanket.
But she discovered there were a few drops of fresh blood on Jack’s cheeks!
This caused Charlotte’s pupils to shrink.
She looked at Jack on the bed and carefully lifted the blanket off him, revealing that his clothes were also stained with blood.
Charlotte tightened her grip on her palm and clenched her teeth as she changed Jack’s clothes, and after carefully checking him again, she took his clothes and went into the bathroom.
The faucet continuously poured out cold water, and Charlotte stared blankly at the sink, then slowly raised her head to meet her own reflection in the mirror.
That’s when Charlotte realized how terrible her complexion looked.
Her lips were colorless, and her skin was so pale it was nearly transparent.
Her hair was messily scattered, and her eyes were full of bloodshot.
Charlotte tried to raise her hand to remove the strands of hair stuck to her cheeks, but upon raising her hand, she saw it was also covered in blood.
Charlotte opened her mouth, then put her hands under the faucet, frantically washing to clean the blood off them.
Gradually, Charlotte felt her vision blurring.
Finally, her eyes could no longer hold back the weight of her tears, letting them fall.
Charlotte nearly dared not close her eyes, for the image of Raina Richard’s smiling face would immediately appear in her mind.
Suddenly, Charlotte thought she heard something and hurriedly looked back, but besides herself, there was nothing else in the bathroom.
When Charlotte turned around, she noticed her reflection in the mirror; her clothes were completely soaked in blood.
Charlotte somewhat despairingly clutched her clothes, then dashed under the shower, allowing the cold water to soak her from head to toe.
At this moment, the bathroom door was pushed open, and Charlotte looked up to see Justin Battleson walking towards her.
"Charlotte!"
Justin Battleson had come upstairs to find Charlotte, knowing that today’s events must have also greatly affected her.
Justin Battleson had just heard Charlotte sobbing lowly, and he rushed over, pushing the door open to find her in this state.
Charlotte stood under the shower, her slender body slightly curled up, like a fledgling without its thick shell, trembling vulnerably.
Almost without hesitation, Justin Battleson stepped forward and held Charlotte in his arms. He quickly shut off the shower and pulled out a nearby towel to wrap Charlotte tightly.
Charlotte rested her head against Justin’s chest, seemingly finding a place where she could release her emotions, and could not help but to cry bitterly in his embrace.
"Justin Battleson, Raina Richard is dead. She died right in front of me. She was just a pitiful person forced by others, why treat her like that?"
"Charlotte, it’s okay... it’s all over now..."
"But I had already guessed what she went through, so why didn’t I just tell her directly? Why did I wait for her to confess to me? It’s my fault, Justin, I killed her, it’s all my fault."
Charlotte was filled with regret.
She should have let Raina Richard tell her everything, instead of foolishly having someone follow and use her to investigate who was behind everything.
She could have helped Raina Richard escape her suffering and hell.
But in the end, she ended up hurting her.