Chapter 7
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"Pamela, you're gonna stay at the old house for two days and keep me company," Charlotte said to Pamela.
Pamela knew she had offended Parker and she didn't want to grovel to Haze for the sake of her foster parents, so she could only rely on Charlotte now.
After all, Charlotte didn't seem to have any hostility towards her.
"I don't understand, why do I have to accompany you?" Pamela asked.
"That brat Parker 'bullied' you, so he should take responsibility for you. As you stay at the old house for a few days, I have the chance to get to know you better." Charlotte replied.
Charlotte then remembered Pamela's concerns and added, "Your parents have already been treated by the best foreign experts, and they'll get better for sure soon."
Pamela was so grateful but she couldn't find a way to repay her.
All she could console herself with was the fact that she saved Parker. She saved Parker, and Charlotte saved her foster parents. It balanced out.
"Thank you, Nanna." she sincerely expressed her gratitude.
For the next three days, Pamela accompanied Charlotte in practicing Tai Chi in the early morning, tending to the flowers and grass in the garden in the morning, and making pastries or playing chess together in the afternoon.
Time always passes quickly when you're occupied.
On the fourth morning, after having a meal with the old lady, Pamela packed her things and carried her luggage downstairs. She nodded slightly at Charlotte who was sitting on the couch. "Nanna, I'm leaving. Thank you for your generous hospitality."
Charlotte stood up and walked towards her, smiling kindly, and said, "You are so vivacious that being with you made me feel a lot younger."
Charlotte didn't treat Pamela with any imposing demeanor but rather like a familiar grandmother.
"Grandma, wish you stay young forever. I'm leaving, bye-bye."
"Yeah, remember to come and visit me whenever you have time."
"Uh...hahaha...okay, Nanna," Pamela awkwardly replied.
Whether she could come back to the old house or not wasn't up to her.
She left the old house for downtown New York riding a car Charlotte arranged for her.
On the way passing by a pharmacy, she said to the driver, "Stop here, I'll get off."
The car stopped and she got off, then she thanked the driver, "Uncle, please thank Nanna for me."
"Sure, Pamela." the driver replied before turning the car around.
With a crossbody bag on her back, Pamela hurried into the pharmacy. The pharmacist immediately approached her and asked, "Hello, what medicine can I help you with?"
"Give me the best emergency contraceptive pills." Pamela anxiously said to the pharmacist.
She hadn't had a chance to leave the West family's old house in the past few days, so no doubt she couldn't buy the medicine. Now that she was out, she must buy it quickly, or getting pregnant would ruin everything.
The pharmacist handed her a box of pills and said, "This one has the best effectiveness within 72 hours."
Pamela took the pills and turned to pay when she paused, "What did you say, within 72 hours?"
"Yes, the sooner the better, taking the pill after 3 days is useless."
"Only three days?"
"Yes."
Pamela's mind went blank and she was dumbfounded.
Then she looked down at the instructions on the box, confirming that it was indeed an emergency contraceptive drug that worked within 72 hours, and after that it wouldn't work.
She had never used it before and naively thought that emergency contraception pills could be used within a week.
No wonder Charlotte kept her at the West house for three days because of this reason.
She returned the pills to the pharmacist, her eyes watering, and walked out of the pharmacy.
Walking alone on the street, she took a while to console herself. What was she afraid of? If she got pregnant, she could always have an abortion!
There's nothing to fear!
Just as she was thinking this, a car suddenly screeched to a stop in front of her.
Before Pamela could react, she was already forced into the car.
"Hey, who... who... the hell are you? It's broad daylight and you're openly k********g me. That's illegal!" she struggled and warned, "Stop the car, let me out quickly, or I'll call the police."
"Pamela, you better behave yourself. Don't get yourself into trouble." came a familiar voice from the driver's seat.
Pamela tilted her head and stretched her neck to see, and was shocked to find that it was Chase sitting in there.
So, Parker had them kidnap her?
Indeed, acting cool always was followed soon by being burned.
So soon after she just left the West house Parker had already captured her. He moved too fast.
"Chase, you better stop the car, or I'll call Nanna." Pamela said.
"I advise you to be self-aware." Chase replied.
Pamela, "..."
Self-awareness without resistance even to death?
Thinking of her parents still in the hospital at the West house, she didn't dare to struggle anymore.
Ten minutes later, she was brought to the 38th floor of the Nightshade Club, into Parker's private room.
"Boss, Pamela is here," Chase brought Pamela to Parker and said, "I'm gotta live."
He turned and left.
Pamela held onto her shoulder bag tightly and looked at Parker, who was working on his laptop. He was focused on the computer screen, his long fingers dancing on the keyboard. The cold and dominant aura that he naturally carried made him seem like a god, who judges all beings from high in the clouds.
Particularly his face, with its beautiful contours and three-dimensional features, like a perfect work of art crafted by God himself, breathtakingly beautiful, was flawless.
Even Pamela, who was immune to handsome men, couldn't help but take a few more glances.
"Have you had enough, huh?" The guy suddenly closed his laptop and slapped it on the table before he abruptly said to her.
"Who the f**k saw you?"
Pamela scoffed, "Delusional too much?"
The man in a black shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, stood up and fixed his sharp gaze on her, saying, "You think having Grandma back you up means you can act all unruly in front of me?"
Feeling the overwhelming pressure, Pamela nervously swallowed her saliva. "N-n-no, absolutely not."
"So you're backing off now? Wasn't it just the other day at the old mansion when you were going on about getting pregnant with my child and marrying me?"
This damn woman dare provoke him.
A clueless i***t.
"Hahaha..."
Pamela's face turned pale, she chuckled bitterly and uncontrolledly took a step back. "Don't get mad, Parker. I was just joking that day, hahaha, just joking."
She kept retreating, but Parker grabbed her collar, saying, "I hate being threatened. Congratulations, you've managed to do it."
It was meant as congratulations, but when Pamela saw the cold expression on Parker's face, it was as if he was looking at a dead body.
She was so frightened that her heart nearly leaped out of her throat, "Parker, it was all just a joke."
Holy s**t, this was too scary.
"Whether it was a joke or not, it's not what for your mouth to prove."
"T-then... then... then how can I prove it?"
Pamela, almost terrified to death, stuttered her words.
Parker raised his thick eyebrows and said, "If you really want to prove that all you said at the West House was a joke..."
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