355 Chapter 355: Life’s Like Drama

"I never knew that Charlotte's your savior, and you've been looking for her. Life's like drama." Lionel smiled faintly.

Dylan didn't say anything. He watched Lionel calmly, waiting for him to continue.

"Now, what're you going to do?" Lionel took a deep breath and finally asked the tough question.

Between Savannah and Charlotte, Dylan had to make a choice and decision.

He didn't want to see any of them be hurt.

Before, he tried to keep Charlotte from destroying the relationship between Dylan and Savannah. He never thought that Charlotte would have committed suicide. How could he force her after that?

So, for now, he just had to see Dylan's choice.

Dylan twisted his lips into a half-smile as if he thought Lionel's question was redundant. "What do you want to say? Do you think I'm picking and choosing in a shop?"

"You mean?" Lionel raised his eyebrows.

"Savannah's my wife. It'll never change." He said decisively.

"You're so nice to Charlotte just because she saved you, not because you've any feelings for her?" Lionel looked relieved.

"Yeah." Dylan looked at Lionel and nodded.

Yes. He had been looking for the girl who had saved him. He wanted to find her so much that he even kept his nephew's fiancée at his side as a substitute.

However, when Erik called to say he had found the girl, he didn't feel excited or delighted as he thought.

But after all, Charlotte was his savior, and she even committed suicide in his mother's house. He had to fly to Chicago to take care of her. While he was accompanying Charlotte these days, he was thinking about the little woman who was waiting for him all the time.

"Rest assured," Dylan added, "Charlotte's still physically and emotionally unstable, so Savannah and I will not hold the ceremony until she recovers, in case it irritates her. It's the only way I could repay her for saving my life. In addition, no one except Erik and several doctors and nurses in Chicago know Charlotte's suicide. No one will let it out. The reputation of the Rowe family will not suffer from it."

Lionel nodded. Dylan always did everything with careful consideration.

The Rowe group had just started its business in LA. If the daughter from the Rowe family was known to commit suicide for a married man, the reporters might make an issue of the matter. Any scandal would become a serious handicap in the course of the group's development.

Of course, Dylan kept it a secret not only for the reputation of the Rowe family and Charlotte but also for the Sterling family.

Charlotte committed suicide before Dylan's wedding in Sterling's house in Chicago. No one would believe her relation with Dylan was pure.

Before Dylan rose to leave, he looked at Lionel thoughtfully and asked, "I didn't choose your sister. As her brother, why aren't you angry?"

On the contrary, Lionel was visibly relieved to hear that he was still going to marry Savannah as if he was afraid he would give up Savannah for Charlotte.

Lionel, obviously, cared about Savannah a lot.

But Charlotte was his sister. If Lionel had something for Savannah, he should be glad that he would choose his sister and abandon Savannah.

Dylan really couldn't figure out what feelings Lionel had for the little woman.

"Of course, I hope my sister can be happy. But Miss Schultz's a good girl, and I don't want her to be hurt." Lionel smiled.

Dylan was not satisfied with his answer, but he didn't bother to ask more. "I don't know what the hell you're thinking about, but it doesn't matter because she'll never be yours."

With that, Dylan turned and walked out of the villa.

Lionel turned off the light and went upstairs.

Meanwhile, on the second floor, Charlotte pressed herself against the staircase with a pale face. As Lionel's footsteps came close, she quickly rushed back to her own room and closed the door.

She leaned against the back of the door, tears rolling down her face, and she slowly slid down onto the carpet.

She had heard what they said in the living room.

Dylan made it clear that he treated her good just because she saved him, and he had no other feelings for her.

He would eventually marry Savannah.

Her suicide had delayed his wedding ceremony, but could not win his heart back.

The phone rang just as she was crying quietly.

Charlotte stopped crying and looked up in a daze. It was not the ringtone of her phone.

Dylan's phone was ringing on the carpet. He did not notice that his phone fell out of his pocket when she suddenly hugged him.

She wiped her tears, and held back her grievance, went over to his phone, and glanced at the screen.

Savannah was on the phone.

Charlotte hesitated for a moment, not sure if she should answer. Before the ringing stopped, she finally took a deep breath and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" No trace of tears could be heard from her voice.

The sweet girl's voice took Savannah's breath away. Immediately, she recognized the voice and did not speak for a long time.

She kept tossing and turning on the bed, and she couldn't sleep. Hot water failed to allay the dull pain in her belly. She wanted to call Dylan and ask him to come back. She wanted to sleep in his arms and ask him to go to the hospital with her tomorrow.

But unexpectedly, Charlotte answered the phone.

Was he still with Charlotte?

How did Charlotte answer his phone?

Dylan had always been a very private man and did not allow others to use his phone, even if you were his closest subordinate or secretary.

Once, he left his phone on the sofa when Savannah still lived in Beverly Hills. The phone had been ringing for a long time after he left for the company.