Chapter 993 Violet's Means of Self-Protection
Everyone hit the deck, pleading with Charles for mercy.
"We know we messed up. Please, give us another shot."
"We won't just stand by next time. If something like this happens again, we'll step in for sure."
"Yeah, we'll definitely help out next time."
"Please, forgive us."
The store manager jumped in too, "This is all on me. I should've protected Hannah back then. She wouldn't have gotten hurt so bad if I had."
Charles' eyes were ice cold.
"Wyatt, give each of them five slaps," Charles ordered.
Hearing their final punishment, the ten people let out a collective sigh of relief.
Five slaps? Way better than getting their hands chopped off, lips cut, or being stripped naked and tossed out.
They could just go home, ice it, and the swelling would go down soon enough.
Compared to what could've happened, they felt kinda lucky and obediently tilted their heads to take the punishment.
At least they were still in one piece.
After the ten employees got their slaps, they were all kicked out, leaving just Charles, Wyatt, Carter, Violet, Lassie, Austin, Stella, and a bunch of bodyguards in the store.
The door was shut tight.
The strong smell of blood hung in the air for a long time.
Everyone else had been dealt with, leaving just the main culprit, Violet.
Stella was exhausted and had let go of her hair a while ago.
Right now, Violet was curled up in Lassie's arms, her face buried in Lassie's chest, like if she hid her face, she could hide her whole body.
It was Lassie's first time seeing Charles' methods.
If he was this ruthless to the accomplices, he'd definitely be even harsher to the main culprit, Violet.
Thinking about it made her really nervous.
Lassie said, "Charles, this is Violet's fault. She has to own up to her mistake! Punish her however you want. Just please, don't cripple her or strip her naked and throw her on the street."
Violet couldn't believe what she was hearing and slowly raised her head. "Mom, you're not helping me?"
Lassie said painfully, "You've caused such a mess. How can I help you? If Stella hadn't shown up in time, the trouble you caused wouldn't be enough to make up for with your life."
Violet's tears kept falling.
"She stole my boyfriend. Why can't I do this? Charles is supposed to be my boyfriend. We grew up together, and he said he'd marry me. If it weren't for Hannah, he wouldn't be so cold to me now. Even Shirley likes her. Why?" The more Violet talked, the more worked up she got, and her voice got louder, even her fear started to fade. "You all help her, but I'm your daughter. Why do you help an outsider? Hannah just looks like me. Why do you all like her and not me? I'm Charles' girlfriend."
Charles' blood ran cold. He stared at Violet quietly, his eyes dark and sinister, like he'd been staring for a century. Suddenly, he let out a low, creepy laugh from deep in his throat.
He was laughing, but it was chilling.
He said solemnly, "Listen up, I am not your boyfriend. I was nice to you because I felt guilty. If it weren't for your illness, I would've made it clear to you a long time ago. I only like Hannah now."
Hearing his words, Violet lost it again. She grabbed her head with both hands, shaking it like crazy. "No, that's not true. I'm your girlfriend. We grew up together, and we promised to get married when we were older."
Seeing her spiraling, like she was about to have another breakdown, Lassie got super anxious.
"Charles, Violet's still not cured! Can you wait until she's better to say anything? I'm begging you. I searched for her for seven years and finally found her. I can't lose her again," Lassie cried.
But Charles didn't even flinch.
Even Carter, who usually did whatever Violet wanted, didn't react.
Stella couldn't take it anymore and blurted out, "She's just faking it. I don't think she's crazy at all. She's perfectly fine! Can a crazy person be so clear-headed to get others to help her beat up a mistress? The way she looked in the surveillance video doesn't look like someone who's sick. I think she's just pretending."
Lassie anxiously defended, "No, she's really sick. There's a diagnosis."
Charles's eyes flashed with a mix of disgust, disappointment, and anger.
After a moment, he said coldly, "Wyatt, call the mental hospital. Since she has a mental illness, she should go to the mental hospital for treatment. If she doesn't get better, don't let her out."
At this point, he was completely fed up with Violet.
Whether she was really sick or just pretending, he wasn't letting her off the hook.
Hearing this, Stella immediately clapped her hands excitedly. "Good! I support it! Since she's mentally ill, she should go to the mental hospital, so she won't cause trouble all the time."
Wyatt took the order, pulled out his phone, found the number of the best mental hospital, and dialed it.
Violet felt a chill run up her spine.
Terrified of being sent to the mental hospital, she clung tightly to Lassie. "Mom, I don't want to go to the mental hospital. I want to stay with you."
Lassie held her tightly and said, "Charles, she can't go to the mental hospital. Her condition will only get worse there."
She turned to Carter for help. "Honey, please help Violet. She can't go to that place. If she goes in, she'll never come out."
Carter pursed his lips, his handsome face expressionless, a dark look flashing in his eyes. "I agree with Charles' suggestion. That place might be the best for her. In her current state, today she hurt Hannah, and what about in the future? We can't clean up her messes forever. The best solution is to send her to the mental hospital for proper treatment."
Violet and Lassie were both stunned.
They didn't expect Carter to say such a thing.
"Honey, you..."
Before Lassie could finish her sentence, Violet suddenly broke free from her arms, rushed to the kitchen, and grabbed a knife, pressing it against her neck.
Violet threatened, "Don't push me. I don't want to go to the mental hospital. If you send me there, I might as well die. You all don't like me anymore, think I'm a burden, and want to abandon me. If that's the case, why did you find me in the first place?"
This trick had always worked before.
As long as she threatened to commit suicide, Charles, Carter, and Lassie would agree to anything.
So she thought today would be no different.
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