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You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1158
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Tommy looked at Charlotte crying with pearly tears, and he felt so bad suddenly.

More than that, he was heartbroken. He had always had respect and good feelings for her, too.

"Of course | want to help you escape, Miss Charlotte. I've been thinking about this these days. But ..."

He was hesitant. It was too risky. In front of the Heath residence, there were always Mr. Robertson's men patroling back and forth,

and Eugene also cto check from tto time. Even if they evaded the guards at the Heath residence, the situation outside

was unclear, and he was not clear about the Military Staff House, so how should they escape?

"You help me." Charlotte licked her dry, cracked lips, her eyes shining with the hope of survival.

"As you can see, | can't recover from the miscarriage, and now | have a pneumonia infection, so | can barely sleep with the

coughing every day, and my stomach hurts too much."

She reached out from the top of the coffee table, brought spainkillers, poured out a few, and lumped them into her mouths.

When he saw this, Tommy hurriedly brought her a glass of water.

She tilted her head, swallowed the pill and drained the water in one gulp.

"Almost all of the medicine stocked at his gone, and there are no anti-inflammatory antibiotics, and the cough drops are gone.

| am now in pain every day, all relying on painkillers." She looked at him begrudgingly, "My mother used to be so good to you, can

you really bear to seetortured to death by Otis?"

Tommy struggled internally, "Miss Charlotte, of course | wish you well. | am also willing to help you. | am even willing to escape

with you. But, it’s really too dangerous, and | do not dare to rash. | am afraid that after the failure, you will suffer even more."

"Could it be any worse than now?" Charlotte's eyes were swollen like walnuts, her face as pale as paper, her lips without a trace of

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blood, "Right now, I'm as good as dead."

Tommy frowned deeply, and in a few moments, he seemed to make up his mind.

She was right, and he had seen what Otis could do.

If the end was the same, it was better to try. At least they would not have regrets.

"Miss Charlotte, if we can get out without any problems, we still need to travel a few kilometers, you ..." Tommy looked at

Charlotte's legs worriedly, "Can you walk ?"

In fact, he had a method, but it was very difficult. Charlotte is bedridden, and he dared not even think about it.

"I can." Charlotte propped herself up on the coffee table and stood up, taking a few steps inside the room.

"When you are not here, | get out of bed and pour water and go to the kitchen to find food by myself. If | have the painkillers, | can

last a long time. As long as | have painkillers, | can hold out. Believe me. Just now | fell off the bed because the effect of the

painkillers had gone. | wanted to save my medication and didn't dare to take more. After all, there wasn't much of it."

Her face showed an unusual determination.

"It's not too late. Let's escape tonight, okay? | think it's raining outside now, and it's easy to hide. Maybe it's an opportunity. Really,

| can't stay for a moment. Otis could cback and killat any time, and I'm worse than dead right now."

"Miss Charlotte, it's still early. We'll leave in the early morning, so you can rest for a while and get refreshed. I'll go out again and

check the route, and do spreparations and bring sfood back. You wait for me." Tommy looked serious, and his eyebrows

wrinkled.

He went out of his way. He grew up in the military, and Cecelia had always treated him like a son.

He was later assigned to Charlotte, who took care of him.

Now that Cecelia's daughter was in trouble, and Otis was extremely cruel, he had to save Charlotte from it even at the risk of his

life.

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