Chapter 230 Human Comedy
Chapter 230 Human Comedy
For a timeless time, the door was opened again. Benedict grabbed Caroline by her long hair and threw
her out like a dead dog.
“You have no choice whether to marry or not.”
His eyes were cold and passionless, and then he slammed the door.
Caroline had no strength left to speak. She lay stiff on the cold floor.
His face and body were covered with bruises, inflicted by Benedict.
Now she understood what Marcel Hudson meant when he said, ‘It won’t take you long to find out that
my brother is crazy, too.’
Benedict seemed to be gentle and elegant, but in face he had his violence hidden in the bones.
Caroline’s swollen eyes were bloodshot and filled with tears of sadness and regret.
Heaven and hell is only within a flash of thought.
Once upon a time, Caroline felt that her marriage to Benedict was the road to the rich and powerful, but
she did not know that it’s a way to hell.
If the engagement was not called off, she will live in the shadow of domestic violence ---- and may even
be beaten to death.
After regaining a little strength, Caroline managed to get up and took a car back to the Ford family.
She tried to hide the bruises on her face all the way so that no one would recognize her.
Back at the Ford family’s house, Rebecca was watching TV and William was engrossed in the morning
paper.
“Dad, Mom.”
Caroline limped in with her head down.
“Caroline is back... What are these bruises on your body?”
Rebecca was in the middle of her sentence when she let out an exclamation and hurried over to
Caroline’s side.
“What’s the matter?”
William also came to Caroline. When he saw Caroline covered with bruises, his face suddenly
changed, “Daughter, where did these injuries come from?”
“I don’t want to marry Benedict,” Caroline fumed as she recounted the whole story.
“What?”
“He has gone too far.”
Rebecca looked at Caroline, who was covered in bruises, but then said, “But, Caroline, it’s just a
normal fight between husband and wife and it will be over soon. Don’t call off the engagement.”
“Mom, I have been beaten by him. You still don’t agree with me to cancel the engagement?”
Caroline’s eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at Rebecca Ford.
William Ford also looked gloomy. “I knew that son of bitch was up to no good. How bold he is to beat
my daughter. I’m going to find him!”
He stormed out of the house, only to be pulled back by Rebecca Ford.
“What are you going to do?”
She wore a worried face, “Our family now has relied on this marriage to develop the business, and you
cannot go to cancel it.”
Then she tried to persuade Caroline, “Caroline, I think Benedict has done it out of impulse, you don’t
mind.” This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.
“Domestic abuse will take place for zero or countless times. I have been beaten like this, while you still
want me to marry him?”
Caroline’s eyes were filled with disappointment, “I am an alive person, not a tool you used to expand
the family business. Only when I was beaten to death will you regret it!”
“Caroline, this is the cost to marry into a rich family, and you have to bear it.”
Rebecca Ford got nervous, afraid that Caroline really wanted to call off the engagement. If so, the
development of the Ford family will end up in vain.
“Rebecca Ford, are you still a human being!”
William Ford protected Caroline behind, with anger on his face, “Why I agreed Caroline to marry
Benedict is because Caroline liked the man. Now the man dare to beat Caroline, I say no to this
marriage.”
“Shut up!”
His words pissed Rebecca off, “I gave birth to her and has brought her up for over 20 years. It’s time for
her to pay off,” Said Rebecca Ford.
Then she turned to Caroline and spoke slowly.
“Benedict beat you perhaps because you have done something wrong. You should try to find the
reason on yourself, rather than put the blame on him! You must marry him, otherwise, I will disown you.
Do you understand?”
Caroline’s eyes quickly turned red as she gawked at Rebecca Ford, who was yelling at her.
She never expected her mother urged her to marry a rich family regardless of the fact that she was
beaten by Benedict.
Her mother was pushing her into the hot water.
In desperation, Caroline suddenly ran out of the house.
“Where are you going?”
Caroline ran out for a long way. She didn’t stop until she cannot hear Rebecca’s shout.
It was the first time she had been disappointed with the family.
Caroline stood alone at an intersection and had no idea where she’s going.
It began to rain, and the passengers put up their umbrellas.
Caroline also wanted to open an umbrella, but found that she left in a hurry without an umbrella.
The rain soon soaked her clothes and she shuddered.
In fact, her heart was colder than her body.
The rain was getting so heavy that Caroline couldn’t stand it. She went to a corner of the city and
curled up, hugging her knees for warmth.
At this moment, a figure slowly approached her.
The black umbrella was large enough to shelter two people.
He reached the umbrella forward and covered Caroline.
So the rain could not hit her any more.
Shivering slightly, Caroline stiffly looked up to see a calm face.
Suddenly, she burst into tears.
She jumped to her feet and threw herself into Leo Cohen’s arms. “I regret.”
She tightly hugged him, as if she was grasping the last straw that can save her.
This time, Leo Cohen didn’t push her away, allowing Caroline to hug her and slightly nod, “I know.”
After a pause, his eyes rested on the bruises on Caroline’s body and face, and his calm eyes finally
appeared a ripple.
“He beat you?”
Caroline nodded awkwardly, saying nothing.
“Good.”
Leo Cohen didn’t rage or say much, but nodded quietly.
“I don’t want to get married.”
Caroline’s body quivered with tears.
“Then, you don’t.”
Leo Cohen spoke calmly, while Caroline was crying out of breath. Except of regret, some other
inexplicable emotions filled her heart.
The whole world was dark. When she felt that she was abandoned by the whole world, only he, who
she had looked down upon, finally appeared and gave her a promise.
Sometimes all it takes is one word to lift a person from hell to heaven.