Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 379

Charlotte clutched the edge of the table, her hands trembling uncontrollably as she listened to the cold voice on the other end of the line. “Miss Wilson, you can’t just abandon me like this! What am I supposed to do now? I don’t want to go to prison!” she pleaded, her voice shaking.

Vivian's reply was icy. “You don’t want to go to prison? Well, neither does anyone else. Don’t bring this matter to me again, Charlotte. Don’t forget—this entire situation was your doing, not mine. I had no part in it. Instead of wasting time calling me, why don’t you focus on James? You’re carrying his child—he’s not going to let anything happen to you.”

Without waiting for a response, Vivian hung up, leaving only the harsh, empty tone of the disconnected call.

Charlotte froze, staring at the phone in disbelief. Her chest tightened with panic. Vivian had given up on her, and Charlotte couldn’t blame her. From the start, she had been the one to take action, ensuring Vivian’s name stayed out of everything. Now that the situation had spiraled out of control, she had no evidence to implicate Vivian in any of it.

Lucy had been the first scapegoat, but now Charlotte herself was poised to take the fall.

She sank onto the edge of the bed, gasping for air as the gravity of her predicament set in. Minutes passed, each one dragging on like an eternity.

When James finally entered the room, his eyes immediately locked on her pale face and trembling hands.

“Charlotte,” he called softly, concern etched across his face. “What’s wrong? Is it the baby? Are you in pain?”

She shook her head weakly, unable to meet his gaze. Her thoughts were a tangled mess. Right now, only the Chancers could save her. Lucy had already been sent to the detention center, leaving Charlotte dangerously exposed. If everything she had done came to light, she would undoubtedly face prison.

Her eyes drifted to James, who was kneeling in front of her, his face filled with worry as he reached out to hold her hand. Charlotte hesitated, but she knew she couldn’t delay any longer. She had to come clean before Sarah blindsided them. If she didn’t act now, even James might not be able to help her in time.

Tears welled up in her eyes, spilling over and streaking down her pale cheeks, making her look even more fragile. James panicked at the sight, quickly grasping her hand as though afraid she might collapse at any moment.

“Charlotte, are you in pain? Tell me where it hurts!” he urged, his voice tight with worry.

Her hands clenched into tight fists, waiting anxiously for James to respond. Would he send her to prison, or would he look the other way and let Lucy continue to take the blame?

Before James could say a word, his mother burst into the room, her presence commanding. She quickly stepped between them and placed a protective hand on Charlotte’s shoulder. “Don’t be afraid, Charlotte. If it’s money they want, we’ll pay them,” she declared.

Turning to James, her tone became stern. “James, you can’t afford to lose your head right now. Charlotte is pregnant. Prison is no place for someone in her condition.”

She paused, her gaze sharpening. “Besides, Lucy has made plenty of mistakes before. Letting her learn a lesson this time might actually do her some good.”

James stood there, his face tense and unreadable. His mother had once been willing to do anything to protect Lucy, but now she was so quick to justify leaving her to take the fall.

The weight of the situation pressed down on him, leaving him in a silent, conflicted turmoil.