Chapter 957 The Woman in the Car
So, the plan was pretty straightforward: the day after the cable car opened, Hannah and Charles checked out, hopped on the cable car to mid-mountain, and then hit the road back home.
After a few days of chilling, Charles' legs were doing better, but he still couldn't handle long drives, so Hannah took the wheel.
They swung by the vacation villa to grab their stuff, checked out, grabbed a bite at some restaurant, and then started their trip back.
Hannah kept her eyes on the road and told Charles, who was lounging in the passenger seat, "Hey, if you're tired, just crash for a bit. We got like four or five hours to go."
Charles leaned back, turned his head to look at Hannah, and couldn't stop staring at her.
He said, "Let me just look at you a bit more. Once we're back, I won't get to do this all the time!"
He could already picture the days ahead.
With Violet's current situation, she'd definitely be blowing up his phone every day, begging him to hang out.
For her to get better soon, he had no choice but to agree.
Hannah chuckled at his words, gave him a quick side-eye, and didn't say anything else, letting him stare.
Maybe it was because he was super tired or just really relaxed, but Charles dozed off without even realizing it.
Hannah drove the car into Charles' underground garage. Seeing him knocked out, she didn't have the heart to wake him. She unbuckled her seatbelt, leaned back, and just watched him.
The car's temperature was perfect, and it was super quiet.
As Hannah watched him, she ended up falling asleep too.
They had no idea how long they were out when a sudden, urgent knocking on the car door jolted them awake.
Hannah, still half-asleep, rubbed her eyes and mumbled, "Who's there?"
Charles' eyes snapped open, instantly alert. He looked out the window and, seeing Violet, his brow furrowed.
He said, "It's Violet."
Hearing that name, Hannah immediately sat up, wide awake.
She didn't know why, but now whenever she heard Violet's name, she felt guilty, like she and Charles were having an affair and had just been caught.
Seeing her reaction, Charles chuckled softly and gently patted her hand. "We're not doing anything wrong, so why are you freaking out?"
Hannah laughed nervously. "Stop messing around. Open the window before she loses it and does something crazy."
Charles glanced at her, didn't open the window, but unbuckled his seatbelt, got out of the car, and closed the door under Violet's intense gaze.
Violet's eyes were glued to the car window. Even though the windows were tinted, her woman's intuition and the quick glimpse of Charles getting out made her sure there was a woman inside.
She demanded, "Who's in there?"
Her tone was like someone catching their boyfriend cheating.
Charles' brow twitched, and he rubbed his temples in frustration.
He thought, 'When did the once lively, innocent, and kind Violet turn into this? Time really changes people. The Violet I knew is long gone.'
Charles blocked her view and asked in a deep voice, "Why are you here? Where are your parents? How could they let you come here alone?"
Just as he finished speaking, his phone rang.
It was Carter.
Charles instantly got it.
As soon as he answered, he heard Carter's anxious voice, "Charles, Violet's missing! I've searched the whole house and can't find her. She might've gone to find you. If you see her, let me know. She's been insisting on seeing you these past few days. We couldn't take it anymore, so we told her you'd be home by two today. Lassie and I think she snuck out to see you."
Everyone was beat and ready to crash.
Carter had stepped out to take a call, and Lassie had taken a breather. When he got back, Violet was gone.
They'd been running on fumes because of Violet's illness.
Even when the Moore Group was in deep trouble, he hadn't felt this wiped out.
Charles looked at Violet, who seemed totally unfazed by their worry, and said, "Don't sweat it. Violet's with me now! I'll bring her back later. Just hang tight at home."
Hearing that Violet was with him, Carter let out a sigh of relief. "Charles, thanks, man! Don't bring her back home. Just take her straight to Angela. She skipped her treatment today 'cause she was throwing a fit."
"Got it! We'll be there soon." After hanging up, Charles pocketed his phone, grabbed Violet's wrist, and started heading to his other car. "I'm taking you back now."
Violet, all riled up, yanked her hand back. "I'm not going back. I wanna stay with you."
Charles shot her a displeased look, feeling a wave of anger, and his tone got heavier, "What are you gonna do with me? I'm not a doctor. Hanging with me won't fix your illness."
Violet caught the drift in his words and suddenly looked at the Maybach parked nearby.
She asked, "Is it that woman? Is it 'cause of the woman in the car that you wanna ditch me? Who is she? Who took you away from me? I wanna find her."
Saying this, she was about to storm over to confront Hannah.
Charles grabbed her. "Cut it out! Do you know how worried your parents are right now? Do you remember what you promised me? You said you'd go for treatment."
Violet shouted, "I don't want to! You don't want me anymore, so why should I go for treatment? None of you care about me anymore, so why should I care? Just let me die! My parents have another daughter now and don't just love me anymore, and even you have moved on to another woman! I'm all alone. If I had known this, why did you bring me back in the first place? It would've been better to let me fend for myself."
The current Violet was like a spoiled, unreasonable kid.
No matter what anyone said, she wouldn't listen, doing whatever she wanted and completely ignoring others' feelings, selfish to the core.
Charles' temples throbbed.
A surge of anger bubbled up inside him.
He reached out and rubbed his temples.
Charles said, "That's not what I meant! I mean, be good, and let's go for treatment! I just got back and am really tired, so can you be good?"
He was trying his best to keep his cool.
Otherwise, he was afraid he might lose it and leave her behind.
Violet asked, "Then tell me, who was the woman in the car just now? Didn't you say you were going out for work? Why did you bring a woman with you? Have you two been together these past few days? What have you done?"
Charles patiently explained, "She's my secretary. When I go out for work, of course, I need to bring my secretary! She's been with me for several days and nights, finally finishing the work. She's sleeping inside now, so why are you disturbing her?"
For the first time, he realized he had a knack for lying.
"Really?" Violet looked at him suspiciously, trying to figure out if he was telling the truth.
Charles placed his hand on her shoulder and softened his tone as much as possible, "Of course it's true! Now that I'm done with work, I have time to take you to Angela for treatment!"
Violet was about to refuse, but Charles didn't give her the chance, pulling her to his other car, opening the door, and pushing her into the passenger seat.
The car slowly drove out of the garage.
Violet stared intently at the black Maybach through the rearview mirror, her eyes dark and sinister, like a demon crawling out of hell.
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