Chapter 77

Ella's POV

"He doesn't care about me."

I crushed the cigarette out against the windowsill.

"He just — thinks I'm some kid who needs babysitting."

"Funny. I don't think it's like that at all."

Charles watched me and said nothing.

A few seconds passed.

"Ella. I can help you."

I turned my head toward h...

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