CHAPTER 448: CHAPTER 448: WHAT MAKES YOU DESERVE HAPPINESS?

"Knock, knock—"

Just as Charlotte Sheffield finished her breakfast, there was a knock at the door.

She glanced at the clock on the wall, feeling a bit puzzled about his quick return. She wondered if he had forgotten something.

Charlotte didn’t hesitate; she immediately got up to open the door.

When the door opened and she saw the man standing outside, she was more terrified than seeing a ghost.

Her first reaction was to close the door.

But her strength was nowhere near enough to compete with the man pushing it from outside.

Jasper Sutton took advantage of the gap and pushed the door open forcefully, stepping inside.

Charlotte swallowed, her feet unconsciously stepped back, bumping into the cabinet behind her.

Jasper Sutton entered the room, as if returning to his own home, closed the door, and began to survey the environment inside.

After scanning the room, he looked at Charlotte and said with a faint smile, "Looks like you’ve been doing well these days."

Charlotte took a deep breath, looked at him cautiously, and asked, "What do you want?"

"I made it very clear over the phone; I want you to cancel the wedding."

"Why?" She plucked up the courage to ask the three words she had buried in her heart for a long time.

"Why?" Jasper Sutton chuckled lightly, a smile that sent shivers down her spine. He stepped closer to Charlotte, "Then I also want to ask you, why do you deserve happiness?"

"I owe you nothing! Why are you treating me like this?" Her emotions were somewhat out of control.

She hated him, hated how he consistently pushed her into the abyss.

"If it wasn’t for your shameless mother seducing my dad, why would my mom have committed suicide?"

Facing the accusations he pinned on her, she helplessly tried to defend herself, "That wasn’t my fault. Go find her then!"

Jasper Sutton sneered as he forcefully grasped her chin, lifting her head to meet his gaze.

His touch made her very uncomfortable, the memories vividly resurfaced in her mind.

And he could plainly sense her panic. He didn’t really want to avenge her or accuse her of those non-existent crimes, but beyond that, he didn’t know what other reasons he could use to stop everything.

"Listen, cancel the wedding, leave him, and you can return to your previous life. If you want money, I can give it to you. Do you like a big house like this? I can give it to you too, as long as you listen to me, I won’t hurt you."

Charlotte didn’t understand why he was doing all this; she thought she could escape him, she believed her future would soon change, she thought she would never be under his control again in her lifetime.

"...I don’t want to cancel the wedding." She tried to negotiate with him, "I want to be with him; I’m sorry about your mother, but I don’t think it’s my fault, and you can’t use this to dictate my life, I..."

"I am not here to negotiate with you. The wedding must be canceled; either you cancel it yourself, or I will help you cancel it. Someone like you doesn’t deserve happiness."

Charlotte gazed at him with tearful eyes, her voice despairing and hoarse as she questioned him, "What have I done wrong? I just want to live an ordinary life, like other girls, marry the person I love. Why won’t you let me go?"

Jasper Sutton gave a cold laugh, "Someone you love? You love him?"

Hearing her admit it herself, it felt as though a sharp knife was cutting through his heart.

He yanked her hair forcefully from the back of her head, ignoring whether she felt pain, sneering as he said, "Do you think you’re worthy? You’re nothing but a penniless loser with no home, and I’ve already..."

"Stop saying that! Please, stop!!"

"What now? Hit a sore spot? He doesn’t know about it yet, does he?" Jasper Sutton pretended to pause, leaning down to her ear, "What do you think will happen when he finds out?"

Charlotte was plunged into those painful memories, tears of despair streaming down.

Jasper Sutton grabbed her wrists, dragging her toward the sofa not far away, and forcefully shoved her onto it.

Watching him taking off his suit jacket, loosening his tie, Charlotte had a terrible premonition.

She propped herself up in an attempt to run, but Jasper Sutton easily pulled her back, "No worries, soon he will know, and then let’s see whether he still wants to marry you, this shattered woman."

"Let go of me! Get away! Get away!!" She struggled wildly, but her strength was no match for his.

Such a familiar scene, she was instantly transported back to that night.

Despair, helplessness, hatred, disgust...

She reached out to the coffee table, grasped an ashtray without hesitation, and smashed it toward Jasper Sutton’s head.

Blood slowly seeped from the roots of his hair, trickling down his face, landing on hers.

He stopped his action, lowered his head to look at her, his smile seemed to become bloody.

Even more terrifying.

He reached out to pick up the tie from the ground, forcefully binding her hands.

The ashtray slipped from her grasp, shattering on the floor, leaving debris scattered everywhere.

...

Torn pieces of nightclothes were strewn across the floor; he heard her apologies, he heard her begging for mercy.

She kept saying "I’m sorry" over and over again, but hearing it only made him more irritated.

Why was she apologizing? The one who should say sorry was him.

Like that night, she cried, heart-wrenchingly yearning for his forgiveness.

Yet, unlike that night, this time she was even more heartbroken.

Jasper Sutton picked up a tissue from the coffee table, wiped the blood off his face, and looked at her collapsed on the sofa in disarray, like a broken puppet.

Tears continued to seep from her eyes, her mouth no longer begging for mercy, her gaze vacant, devoid of resentment or hatred...

He didn’t know what she was thinking at that moment.

He didn’t want to know, either.

He put on his pants, buckled his belt, fastening the buttons on his shirt one by one.

He took out his phone, capturing her chaotic scene.

"Come to my residence tomorrow morning. I’ll arrange your future, but if you insist on holding the wedding, these photos will appear at your wedding ceremony."

Ronan Rhodes returned with the ring, feeling good all the way, sneaking glances at it several times while driving, wondering what kind of expression she would have upon seeing the ring.

Waiting for the elevator, he hummed a little tune.

Watching the elevator descend slowly from above, accompanied by the "ding" sound, the elevator doors opened.

Ronan Rhodes stepped forward to enter, and upon seeing the person standing inside, he froze for a moment, then smiled and greeted, "Bro? What are you doing here?"

Jasper Sutton merely gave him a glance, said nothing, and quickly exited the elevator.

Ronan Rhodes was still a bit confused, wondering if he had somehow offended him.

He turned to watch Jasper Sutton drive away, stepped into the elevator, recalling that Charlotte and his brother didn’t seem to have a very good relationship, a sense of unease settled in his heart.