Chapter 11 More Wronged Than Joan of Arc!

At this moment, Michael had just finished feeding his father-in-law and heard Sophia's cries. He furrowed his brows.

"What did I do now?" he wondered, puzzled. Nevertheless, he got up and left the room.

As he reached the stairs, he saw that the dishes on the table were barely touched, but the mother and daughter had left the dining area and appeared in the living room. Particularly, Charlotte was sitting on the couch, burying her head in her knees, seemingly sobbing.

Seeing this, his brows furrowed even deeper. As he walked downstairs, he anxiously asked, "What's wrong, Mom? What happened?"

Sophia cursed, "You damn useless piece of garbage! Unable to have Charlotte, you want to ruin her instead? You forged a gold card to trick her into taking out a loan, and now she's been stripped of her position as CEO. Our family's dividends are gone, and tomorrow, Charlotte might even be arrested for loan fraud."

"You're truly despicable! Today, I'm going to kill you, your worthless scum!"

As she finished speaking, Sophia pulled out the Kitchen knife she had been carrying behind her back, aiming it at Mich...

Sophia threw the knife at Michael. The knife whistled through the air in a parabolic trajectory and flew towards Michael, who had just come down the stairs. "Holy shit!" Unable to hold back, Michael cursed and instinctively crouched down. Bang! The knife hit the wall, bounced back, and landed on Michael. "Ah!" Michael screamed in pain, immediately covering his arm as blood seeped through his fingers, warm and sticky.

"Michael!" Hearing the sound of something metal dropping to the ground and then Michael's cry, Charlotte realized something was wrong. She jumped up from the sofa, subconsciously shouted, and looked over. She saw Michael holding his arm, blood flowing uncontrollably, and a bloody Kitchen knife lying on the floor.

"Mom, are you crazy? How dare you throw a knife! Luckily, it hit his arm. What if it hit his head?"

Charlotte almost roared. She couldn't take it anymore.

One crisis followed another, feeling like she was being driven insane. But she still gritted her teeth and approached, asking,

"Are you seriously injured?" "It's okay, just a minor flesh wound." Michael endured the pain and shook his head, not wanting to burden Charlotte. Before he could say anything else, Sophia's angry voice resounded again.

"Minor flesh wound? Who do you think you're kidding? Charlotte thought I killed you! You're such a useless piece of trash. You shouldn't even be alive in this world!" "I'll give you three seconds to get out of my house, or I promise to kill you!" "Three!" "Mom, calm down..." "Two!" "The gold card isn't fake!" "One!" The countdown ended, and Sophia ran over to pick up the knife. Charlotte immediately rushed forward to stop her, but she couldn't stop her at all. She feared a deadly incident would occur and sought help from Emily, saying,

"Emily, quickly stop Mom." "I won't help. It's better if Mom kills him. He harmed you and got us kicked out of the Carter family. I wish I could help Mom beat him to death!"

Emily crossed her arms over her chest and said angrily. "Mom! Listen to me, the gold card is really not fake, I..." "Get out!"

Charlotte saw Sophia had already picked up the knife, so she continued to block her while shouting at Michael,

"Get out! I never want to see you again! Get out!" Her tears flowed helplessly down her face. Michael realized that every second he stayed would be torture for Charlotte, so he didn't bother explaining to the madwoman Sophia. He immediately ran outside. "Tomorrow, I'll take Charlotte to file for divorce."

Charlotte went to handle the divorce procedures. If you dare to step into my house again, I promise you a miserable death. I mean what I say!" Michael could hear Sophia's harsh words even from outside.

"Ah!" He sighed, looking up with a bitter smile. "Heaven imposes heavy tasks on those who have the ability to shoulder them. It tests their determination, works their bones, and muscles, starves their bodies, and wears them down..."

"Oh, dear God, what task have you given me that makes me suffer wherever I go?"

"Gold cards are clearly genuine, so how did they suddenly become fake?" He was completely bewildered and didn't dare to explain. He could only wait until tomorrow, when he would go to the bank for work, to notify Charlotte to apply for a loan and clear his name.

"I should pamper myself a bit. I'll go to Prestige Gardens Villa No. 1 and have Jonathan bandage my wounds and let Stella make me something to eat."

With these thoughts in mind, he walked away purposefully.

Getting into his Mercedes S65 parked near the community, he used a tissue to wrap his wound and lit a cigarette, taking a few deep puffs before starting the car.

...

Half an hour later, he arrived at Prestige Gardens Villa No. 1.

As soon as he entered the hall, he saw Jonathan and Stella having their meal in the dining room, with Natalie Mitchell also present.

"Young Master Michael." Natalie Mitchell faced Michael and quickly noticed the 'bandage' on his hand, stained with bright red blood. She put down her chopsticks and rushed over.

"Young Master Michael, what happened to your hand?"

"Just a minor scratch." Michael smiled. "By the way, why are you here?"

"Ah? I... I'm here to see Jonathan and Stella. They were very kind to me during my time with the Anderson family, taking care of me." Natalie Mitchell explained.

"I see." Michael nodded. "During that time, you liked to play with me, but the older brothers would beat you up and make you cry. After that, you didn't dare to play with me anymore and would hide whenever you saw me."

"Haha!" Jonathan walked over and said, "Young Master Michael, it's not that Poetic Talent didn't want to play with you, it's just that she was afraid of getting you involved because whenever she got beaten up, you would get beaten up too."

"Is that so?" Michael smiled and looked at Natalie Mitchell.

"Let's not worry about that for now. Please have a seat first. Jonathan, go get the first-aid kit, and I'll bandage Young master’s wound." Natalie Mitchell led Michael towards the sofa.

Jonathan only just noticed the injury to Michael's arm and immediately went to fetch the first-aid kit.

As Natalie Mitchell gently tended to him, Michael couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and comfort.

With great care, Michael unwrapped the bandage, revealing a wound the size of a baby's mouth. Both Jonathan and Stella were stunned.

"This is a knife wound. Who did this?" Jonathan's face darkened instantly.

Michael quickly waved his hand and said, "Jonathan, calm down. I accidentally injured myself."

"It's impossible. No one would use a knife on themselves." Jonathan, being straightforward, insisted on finding the truth, "Tell me, Third Young Master, who did this? I'll twist their heads off!"

"It's just domestic violence," Michael replied casually.

Natalie Mitchell, while tending to Michael's wound, expressed her indignation, "Third Young Master, I heard that the entire Carter family scolds you, calling you worthless and wishing for your divorce. If you ask me, you should just leave and become the successor of the Anderson family. You won't have any trouble finding a woman who loves you."

"Anderson family?" Michael sneered, "Compared to what I endured in the Carter family, the suffering at Anderson family means nothing."

Silence fell among the crowd.

They all knew that the Anderson family was a shadow that Michael could never escape from.

"That big client's gold card, it isn't fake, is it?"

After dinner, Michael sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and took a deep breath, looking at Natalie Mitchell.

"It's not..." Natalie Mitchell was a bit confused, "At the end of work, Mr. Hughes called me and said that he had cleared the way for President Harris with the green channel. I'm surprised as to why Third Young Master still doubts the authenticity of the gold card."

"I'm not suspicious. I am just puzzled. If the gold card is genuine, why does the Carter family insist it's fake and remove my wife from her position as president, claiming that she will be arrested for fraud tomorrow..."

"And then your wife loses control and attacks you with a knife, right?" Natalie Mitchell's face darkened.

"She was just disappointed in me. It was my mother-in-law who wielded the knife," Michael explained.

"Third Young Master is truly more wronged than Dou E!" Natalie Mitchell vented her anger and took out her phone, "Since the Madam is not the president of Wright Group, I'll call Mr. Hughes and tell him not to lend them the money."

She was furious at the Carter family. Third Young Master had kindly helped them through a difficult situation, so why did they claim the gold card was fake and why did they dare to harm him and cut his arm?

It was truly incomprehensible!

"Don't act rashly," Michael immediately stopped her, "If we don't lend them the money, it will confirm that the gold card is fake, and my wife will be forced to divorce me."

"Married to a man who she finds even more annoying than me."

"So, this money not only needs to be borrowed, but also borrowed in this way..."

After hearing this, Natalie Mitchell couldn't help but smile "young master's plan is indeed clever. Not only can it clear the wrongful accusations, but it can also give the young Madam a status in the Carter family."

"I will call Mr. Hughes right away and have him handle it according to young master's wishes."