My extraordinary wife novel (Ashlyn and Lucas)
Chapter 490

Chapter 490

As Charlotte was eating, Mrs. Field continued to speak. "I have always dreamt of having a daughter, but alas, my wish was never granted. Though my house is small, we can still afford to have you under our roof. If you don't mind, just stay here with us, Jeaunette. When you feel like going home, I'll get that brat of mine to send you back."

Charlotte remained silent as she munched on a piece of sourdough bread.

Mrs. Field looked at the girl in pity. Who has done this to you? Poor thing!

Who on Earth would be so cruel to ruin a girl's face?

Sigh. Maybe it's someone from her family that had done this to her. No wonder she doesn't want to go home. However, Mrs. Field did not want to force Charlotte to talk about her story. She knew it must be difficult for Charlotte to recount such a painful memory.

After Charlotte was done eating, Mrs. Field stacked the plates on top of one another and lifted the tray. "Rest well, my child. If you're bored you can head downstairs for a stroll. Some sunlight will do you good!" Charlotte was still sitting on the bed in a dazed state. She did not know what to do, as she had not taken anything with her when she left the house.

The strange woman's kindness made her heart all warm and fuzzy.

She opened her mouth to thank Mrs. Field as she left the room, but what came out of her throat were heaves of dry air.

Try as she might, she could not make a sound at all.

After a few failed attempts at verbalizing, Charlotte gave up.

She could only watch as Mrs. Field closed the door to her room.

Her eyes reddened and tears flooded her eyes again.

Her heart was filled with terror. She was afraid of losing her voice forever. She could not imagine her life without her voice. However, there was nothing she could do about her muteness at the moment. Time slowly ticked by.

A day went by in the blink of an eye.

The sky was getting darker by the minute.

Charlotte bit her lips and opened the door. A small corridor entered her vision. At the end of it was a flight of stairs.

The place was much smaller than Lochlan's, but the interior of it was very homely.

Charlotte strode towards the stairs, but before she could set one foot on it, Mrs. Field's voice rang out from downstairs.

"The doctor said her injuries will probably leave her with scars. Those needles have stayed in her face for too long. Adding to the fact that she's spent the whole day in the rain, there is a possibility that she will remain scarred for the rest of her life."

"Mom, doesn't that mean she will be permanently disfigured?" The shock in Joseph's voice was apparent.

Charlotte, who was still standing at the top of the stairwell, froze on her spot.

I am going to be permanently disfigured?

A tsunami of dismay washed over her. The strong current pulled her underwater into the deepest depth of her sorrow.

She could feel her chest convulsing in pain as she struggled to breathe.

How can I ever show up in front of Uncle Lochlan with a disfigured face? What right do I have to stay by his side?

No!

NO!

Why do I have to suffer such a fate?

Charlotte didn't know how she got herself back in the room. She laid on her bed with a heavy heart.

Suddenly, all she wanted was to play her harp. At least, when she was immersed in music, she would lose all sense of reality and forget about her pain.

Such was the importance of harp in Charlotte's life that even the mere thought of it made her smile. Yet, the smile was devoid of any emotions. Half a beat later, Charlotte closed her eyes.

Mommy! Charlotte could hear church bells ringing. Then all of a sudden, there was nothing but silence. Charlotte opened her eyes and found herself in the church. It was so quiet in the church that Charlotte could hear the people around her muttering their prayers.

It's so quiet in here! So quiet that all I can hear is Sister laughing!

She sounds so bubbly!

Sister is so smart! And she's so happy all the time. But why do I only like snowflakes? I wonder how many shapes do snowflakes come in. Mommy...

Sister said it was because my head is filled with nothing but snowflakes.

In a flash, the scene ahead of Charlotte changed.

An evil woman was charging at her with a dozen sharp needles in her hands at a terrifying speed.

"Aaaaah!"

Charlotte jolted upright. Her eyes gaped in horror.

The room had a pale yellow glow on its wall. A sheen of cold sweat was on Charlotte's forehead.

Charlotte had dreamt of her sister and her mother.

She did not know that she had a sister, but she did know that the sister in her dream had the prettiest smile in the world.