Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 148

It was probably because of the sedative that I was still a little dizzy. When I was running, I kept bumping into others. But I couldn't care too much.

When I arrived at the door, I saw a big van parked there.

Seven or eight people standing next to it.

I recognized Seth's parents at a glance.

They also saw me.

When I walked forward, Seth's mother came over and pushed me away directly, "Don't follow my son anymore! It's all because of you! You are such a hoodoo! If it weren't for you, my son would not have died!"

"Aunt, Aunt, forget it. Don't get mad." Someone beside her helped her up.

"Auntie, I was wrong." I looked at Seth's body in the car and pleaded with her, "I want to see Seth again, okay?"

"No!" Seth's mother blocked the door of the van and kept pushing me, "Hoodoo! Do you think you can make my son come back to his life?"

Seth's mother cried heartbrokenly.

She kept pushing me so that I could be separated from Seth.

I knew that if Seth's body was taken away, I would never see him again.

"Auntie, I..."

When I was about to beg her again, someone walked out from the crowd behind.

"Bang!" Before I came to my senses, I was slapped in the face mercilessly!

I only felt that my ears were buzzing.

When I looked up, I saw Angie standing in front of me.

She looked at me with red eyes and said, "Charlotte Archer, can you get out of here? You hurt Seth so badly. But you didn't repent. Now you killed him. And you still stay here. What else do you want to do?"

I, who had been slapped by her, didn't hate her at all. Instead, I blamed myself in secret.

Yes, it was all because of me.

If it hadn't been for that thing, how could Seth have rushed to City Y?

If he hadn't gone to City Y, he wouldn't have had to rush back to his hometown.

Then he wouldn't have encounered such an accident.

"It's all my fault."

"I killed him."

"Get out of here as far as you can. But never should you forget that you killed Seth!"

As Angie said, she directly raised her hand to close the door of the van.

Then she helped Seth's mother get in the car.

I stood still and watched them.

The van that carried Seth's body was getting farther and farther away from me.

When the car couldn't be seen, I finally squatted on the ground, buried my head deep in my knees, and said, "Seth... I'm sorry..."

"I am so sorry."

"If everything could go back to the past, I would rather that It was me who died."

The next day, I returned to City Y.

And I asked for leave.

I rented the room that Seth had booked for me.

I lived in it.

And I did nothing but sit on the bed in a daze, looking at the door, waiting for someone to knock on it.

I hoped that once the door opened, it was Seth who would come in.

However, every time, I was disappointed.

It was always the room service staff that came to knock on the door.

I stayed in the room for seven days.

On the seventh day, someone knocked on the door again.

I went to open the door with joy. And I opened the door, only to see Lisa standing at the door. When she saw me, she punched me directly and said, "Have you had enough of this?"

I looked at her and muttered, "How do you know I'm here?"

"It's none of your business." Lisa rolled her eyes at me and said angrily, "What are you doing? Are you waiting here and see whether you have the superpower to travel back to the past?"

"Yes, what am I looking forward to?"

Seth was dead. And he would never come back. NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

"Tell me what's going on." Lisa sat on the bed and looked at me.

I told her everything, including the plagiarism incident in the second round and Seth's death.

After that, I muttered, "It's all my fault. It's me who is incompetent. Otherwise, I wouldn't have had to ask him for help. Otherwise, he wouldn't have come to City Y, driven on the highway, and died..."

"Wake up! It's all an accident!"

"It's not an accident. If it weren't for me, he wouldn't have come to City Y." I repeated firmly, "If he hadn't come to City Y, he wouldn't have driven on the highway and gone back to his hometown..."

Seeing me like this, Lisa sat on the bed and took me into her arms, "Stop it. Seth surely was willing to do everything for you. Even if he knew that something bad would happen, he surely would come to your side. It was his choice."

"But..."

"There is no such thing as 'but'. He surely wouldn't regret it. Why would he, who did everything for the one he loved, regret it?"

Lisa's words silenced me.

"For the one he loves..."

"He loves me, which I know. Because he sent me so many voice messages before he died."

"Tell her that I love her..."

"But I don't deserve his love at all..."

Lisa accompanied me to check out and went home.

When I was at home, I received a phone call from Dion. He told me that relative details about the final were revealed and that the contestants would have to gather three days later, asking me what was going on my side and when I would go back to the company.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lance. I'm not going to take part in the final."

I answered dully.

When I listened to Dion's words, I traced what had happened by myself. If it weren't for the second round of the design competition and Mabel's weird incident, the things later on surely wouldn't have happened!

"What?" Dion was stunned over the phone. Then he said in a kind tone, "Charlotte Archer, don't joke with me. You have worked so hard to prove that you haven't plagiarized. When it comes to the final, what you mean by saying that you don't want to participate in it now?"

"Mr. Lance, the person who proved that I didn't copy that day was dead. I killed him."

I held the cell phone and said in a dull voice.

Tears fell from the corner of my eyes as I mentioned this matter.

I felt bitter in my heart.

"Was he dead?" Dion seemed to be stunned over the phone, "Why... Why is it so abrupt?"

"Yes, so I don't want to participate in the final."

After that, I hung up the call.

Now, I had a feeling that I couldn't live on in this world.

When Lisa heard that I was on the phone, she came out to ask me, "What's the matter?"

I said flatly, "I'm fine. But I'm not going to take part in the final."

Hearing this, Lisa was stunned for a second and then came over. She patted my face and said, "Sis, are you crazy? To prove that you didn't copy anyone else's work so that you could enter the final, it is Seth who cleared your name with his life. He was dead. But you decided to give it up. Are you worthy of him?"

I, who had been in a mess for so many days, felt somewhat sobered upon hearing Lisa's words suddenly.

"Yes, this time, it was Seth who had used his life to prove my innocence."

"How can I give up the final?"

I quickly picked up the cell phone. When I was about to call Dion, he called me back. And I picked up his call and said, "Sorry, Mr. Lance, I was in a daze just now. I'll participate in the final! I'll participate in the final!"

Hearing my words, Dion let out a sigh of relief over the phone, "Oh, Charlotte Archer, you scared me to death."

I repeated, "I'll take part in it." "Okay, okay. The notice of the final is sent to private email boxes. I'll forward it to your email box now. You can have a look at it."

After that, Dion hung up.

In less than a minute, I received an email from Dion about the final.