Chapter 1182 Austin's Mother is Actually Charlotte
When Karen went berserk, it took several people to pin her down. After a long struggle, they finally managed to subdue her, her hair a mess and her face dirty.
Even then, she refused to give up, constantly struggling and shouting.
"Let me go, you jerks! So many guys against one woman, real tough, huh?"
"I want a one-on-one fight! A duel to the death!"
"Charles, you coward! How dare you set me up? I'll kill you!"
"Charles, you're just as sneaky and deceitful as your tramp of a mother. She stole my man, and now you're stealing my son's woman. You're both trash."
Hearing her furious roars, Charles raised an eyebrow slightly.
The only woman who liked his father, besides his mother, seemed to be Debbie.
To confirm his suspicion, Charles didn't mind the woman's filth. He had the bodyguards hold her head still and squatted down to push the hair away from her face.
The lighting was too dim, and there were too many people around. Plus, her face was contorted, making it hard to recognize her.
"Debbie, are you Debbie?" Charles asked.
She let out a mocking laugh, disdainfully saying, "I'm not that fool! A useless fool who can't accomplish anything."
Charles frowned deeply, scrutinizing her face.
Hannah considerately turned on her phone's flashlight, shining it on the woman's face.
She closed her eyes in discomfort.
Charles finally saw her face clearly.
Although she was now skin and bones, her face gaunt and skeletal, he still recognized her with his photographic memory.
Just as Charles recognized her, chaotic footsteps echoed from the staircase.
Patricia's anxious voice called out, "Did you catch her?"
Martin's voice followed, "Did Austin escape again? We saw some figures running out when we reached the door."
Patricia said in frustration, "It's my fault. I couldn't keep up with you, and your dad had to stay back to help me, wasting time. Did something go wrong again?"
Hearing their voices, Karen became extremely agitated.
She kept twisting her head, trying to bury her face in the ground, not daring to let them see her.
Charles stood up, clapped his hands, and took a clean handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his hands after touching Karen. He sneered, "Weren't you yelling to see my parents? Now that they're here, why are you hiding?"
Patricia and Martin both frowned.
Patricia asked in confusion, "She wants to see us? Is she Austin's accomplice?"
Charles replied, "She's Austin's biological mother!"
Before Patricia and Martin could recover from their shock, he added with a mysterious smile, "Guess who she really is?"
Patricia instinctively asked, "Who?"
Karen's nerves were on edge, her mind in turmoil.
Did Charles recognize her? How could that be?
Charles was so young back then, and they had barely met.
She had changed so much now.
How could Charles still recognize her? It couldn't be!
As she kept reassuring herself, Charles slowly spoke, "She's my aunt, Charlotte."
The surroundings fell silent instantly.
Karen hadn't expected Charles to recognize her. For years, she had lived as Karen, waiting to exact her revenge.
Hannah stared at Charlotte in disbelief, struggling to wrap her head around the fact that this woman was Charles's aunt, Charlotte.
So, Austin was Charles's cousin?
This twist was completely unexpected!
Charlotte, who had been struggling and cursing nonstop, suddenly quieted down. Patricia and Martin were utterly shocked.
Especially Patricia, who widened her eyes in disbelief, "She's Charlotte? Wasn't she declared insane? And then the asylum she was in caught fire, and everyone died. Could Austin be the child she was pregnant with back then?"
Over a decade ago, Charles was still young, but he knew the events of that time well.
His parents hadn't hidden anything from him.
So, he knew the fates of Debbie, Charlotte, and Hunter better than his siblings.
Naturally, he knew Charlotte's supposed fate.
His parents had found the deranged Charlotte on the streets and kindly sent her to a mental institution for treatment. But the institution caught fire, and everyone inside perished.
For years, they believed Charlotte had died.
Though he didn't know what had happened back then or how Charlotte survived, he trusted his memory. He wouldn't mistake her identity.
This woman was indeed his aunt, Charlotte.
As everyone pondered, Charlotte, who was pinned to the ground by the bodyguards, started laughing maniacally.
"Dead. Of course, you wish I were dead, so no one would ever know the evil things you've done! But too bad, God let me live!
Patricia, Martin, you killed Hunter. You two will die miserably and go to hell."
Her words confirmed her identity.
Patricia still couldn't believe it. She squatted down, grabbed her head, and lifted it.
It was a face that looked twenty years older than her actual age, full of wrinkles and age spots, with eyes as cloudy as those of a seventy-year-old.
Charlotte was only in her forties.
Yet the woman before her looked twenty years older than that.
Even so, Patricia recognized her immediately.
What had happened over the years to make her like this?
When had she gotten pregnant?
When Lassie found Austin, he was a newborn, a full-term baby.
Patricia's pupils trembled, "You must have been pregnant when you were in the asylum?"
And she and Martin had no idea.
Charlotte had loved Hunter deeply.
So, was Austin really Hunter's son?
Charlotte didn't answer her question.
Martin, though standing, also saw her face clearly when it was lifted. "It's really you?"
Charlotte laughed hysterically, tears streaming down her face, making her look even more deranged, like a madwoman. "Yes, it's me! So, you remember you have a sister."
As she spoke, tears fell, and she suddenly shouted, her voice breaking, "The sister you locked in a mental institution and then ignored.
We are both Langley children, so why do you stay with the family, living in luxury, while I have to leave with our mother, suffering abuse, bullied at school from a young age?
Just because you're a son and I'm a daughter?
I could have let all that go! But you killed Hunter, the man I loved with my life!
Martin, don't you think you deserve to die?
Everything I've done, you owe me, Martin. You can never repay it, never."
She poured out decades of grievances in one breath, as if she were the true victim.
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