"You’ve come, but why did you bring gifts?"
Charlotte Thompson chuckled faintly. Unlike his cousin Oliver Hudson, Henry Hudson was warm-hearted, like sunshine in winter, bringing a sense of warmth to anyone.
"Well, I haven’t seen them for a long time, and I also brought a special gift for you."
Henry Hudson glanced mysteriously at Charlotte. His smile became more evident, curling the corners of his mouth, his eyes sparkling.
Charlotte liked being around Henry; it felt like a cold-wary individual basking in the sunshine, heartwarming and unforgettable.
"Let’s fetch them together then; seems like you got quite a bit."
Charlotte gave a faint smile, turning her head to look at the children, her expression gentle.
"You guys stay put. Aunt and Uncle Henry will fetch the presents. But if you guys misbehave, none of you will get anything."
Charlotte spoke edgily as if threatening, squinting her eyes. Surprisingly, the children were not scared.
"All you know is to scare them. Okay, let’s go together."
Henry spoke with a smile on his face. Charlotte nodded and opened the door for him.
The way from the room to the underground garage was quite a distance. Though it was morning, it was pitch dark due to a power outage.
Charlotte was a bit nervous, subconsciously moving closer to Henry who walked ahead. He smirked slightly, not disguising it, and stretched his hand towards Charlotte.
"Want me to hold your hand?"
Henry’s voice was quite low, the two of them were standing very close.
The dimly lit vicinity illuminating Charlotte’s head made her a bit shy. She took a few steps back instinctively. The most update n0vels are published on novelꞁire.net
"No...It’s nothing. You go first. When did the power go out? No one informed us. We need to speak to the property management about it."
Charlotte spoke absent-mindedly. Squinting, she turned her gaze to somewhere else.
Standing next to her, Henry gave a wry smile, a spark of cunning in his eyes. He briskly walked forward and grabbed Charlotte’s wrist.
The palm’s heat made Charlotte a bit uncomfortable. Surprised, Charlotte looked up at the man in front of her, revealing a twinge of panic in her eyes.
"Charlotte. Actually...." As Henry began to speak slowly, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a dagger suddenly appear behind Charlotte along with a disheveled, red-eyed, and mad Evelyn Curtis.
Without time to think, he instinctively pushed Charlotte behind him.
Caught off guard by the sudden push, Charlotte was regaining her balance when she saw a knife plunged straight into Henry’s stomach in the darkness. All she could hear was Evelyn Curtis’s malicious voice.
"Charlotte, I want you dead, I want you dead!"
Charlotte stood dumbfounded, watching Henry slowly crumple to the ground, as the smell of blood filled the air.
Sweating profusely, Hudson mustered all his strength to grab the crazy Evelyn, whose mind was already muddled. She seemed to have used all her strength in the stab. Sitting crazily on the ground, she slowly began to mumble.
Summoning every last bit of strength, Henry kicked the dagger away, and Charlotte finally snapped into action, swiftly setting off the nearby alarm.
At the sound of the alarm, the bodyguard came running, and managed to control the frenzied Evelyn. Charlotte quickly crawled over to Henry.
His white shirt had been stained red with blood, his lips devoid of color, and his once fine eyes gradually disbound.
Desperate, Charlotte embraced him, the words barely audible in her broken speech.