Charlie's plan

At 11 PM...

Charlie fell into a silent stupor, sitting in his car not far from his mansion. Louis's explanations in the cafe played like a tangled cassette in his mind, creating confusion, fear, and anger.

"Why does it have to be like this!" he screamed, pounding his fists on the steering wheel.

"I hate my life, I hate it, I hate it!" He screamed, relentlessly hitting the wheel, oblivious to the potential harm.

Bought ... bughhh... bughhh

"Why him again, why do I always have to deal with him? Why is Angelica his daughter?" He wondered in frustration, slowly leaning his head on the wheel, blood starting to trickle.

Tears slowly fell, trembling as he cried, unable to imagine life without Angelica, although earlier he was frustrated with the thought of living without Isabella. Yet, if he kept Angelica, he feared she would hate him when she learned about Isabella and worst of all, Miranda could harm her.