Chapter 1103

Besides, he had never believed her. He knew all the crap she had done

in the past, and he despised her from the bottom of his heart.

When Charlotte saw Otis’ indifference, she boldly tugged him forward,

"How is Mom now? How is she?"

In fact, this was what she was most concerned about.

Even though she loved Cecelia and considered her as her own mother.

At this moment, she was not willing to give up the power and wealth

she already had.

She ruthlessly wished that Cecelia would just die!

Ruthlessness and sinisterness crossed the bottom of her eyes, and

now she could only think of her own benefits. As long as Cecelia was

dead, what she did, perhaps, could remain a secret.

Otis was keenly aware that something was wrong.

Charlotte's eyes were not right.

"What? Do you want her to be good, or not?" He sneered.

“I, 1..." Charlotte's eyes flickered, "Of course I want her to be okay!

She's my mom. I ... really just accidentally, oooh ... I didn't think it

would happen. If anything happened to her, I wouldn't want to live!"

She was crying so hard that she was on the verge of breaking down.

With tears in her eye and snot in her nose, her body was constantly

convulsing.

She drew many tissues from the side and pretended she was

heartbroken.

Otis looked at Charlotte with cold eyes. What this woman said must be

all lies.

"So you can go to hell now?!" He said.

Charlotte snapped her head up. Her throat seemed to be frozen, and

her heart was beating like her chest couldn't hold it.

What did Otis mean by that?? Was Cecelia already dead?

Really, Cecelia was dead?

Haha. She felt instantly relaxed, and her body, which had been so

tense, got immediately relaxed.

She smiled secretly, and the nerves on her face could not control the

joy. Her eyes were instantly lit up. Although she tried her best to hold

back, she still could not help but ask excitedly, "Cecelia is dead? Is she

really dead?"

Otis wrapped his arms around his chest and caught Charlotte's

extremely abnormal look.

She was clearly smiling, and she was clearly happy to hear of Cecelia's

death.

She was clearly relaxed all over her body, and her expression could not

fool anyone.

Also, she just said her name instead of calling her mother, as if she was

shouting the name of an outsider.

Outsider!

Otis's nerves throbbed, and a bulging sinew twitched beneath his neck.

Why? This was simply not the way a daughter should treat her own

mother.

What kind of things could turn a mother and a daughter against each

other?

What could make Charlotte turn on Cecelia?

It was too unusual and extremely unreasonable.

There must be a great secret hidden in it.

"You're glad she's dead?" Otis tried.

"How can that be. I... I... Oooh ..." Charlotte just tried to pretend to cry

in pain.

Otis was so disgusted with her sycophantic attitude that he went up to

her and grabbed her out of the bathroom and slammed her hard on the

couch.

"Do you know what you looked like just now? I can't help but think you

are not her daughter at all!"

These words directly hit Charlotte's most fragile nerves.

She was immediately frightened and her face was instantly so pale.

How was it possible that even Otis knew about this? She was

completely finished!

Otis naturally saw Charlotte's frightened expression.

Did he guess it?