Handing Jack Bryant Oliver Hudson’s number, her voice cold and detached.
"Call this person shortly and tell him about Henry Hudson’s condition, if he has any issues, let him come to me."
Thinking about Henry Hudson in the ward, Charlotte Thompson anticipated she couldn’t leave anytime soon, so she simply delegated her tasks to Jack Bryant.
Once she had arranged everything, she stayed by Henry Hudson’s side. The doctor’s instructions were, the first 24 hours are crucial.
Having been busy all day, when Justin Battleson arrived at the hospital in the evening, he was somewhat angrily greeted by the sight of Charlotte gently adjusting Henry Hudson’s pillow.
Upon hearing Justin’s voice, Charlotte looked at him impatiently over her shoulder.
Just as expected, Justin could always find her.
"What are you doing here?"
Given that the ward needed to remain quiet, Charlotte looked straight at Justin, instinctively asking him to leave.
"Michael Richard mentioned seeing your bodyguard today, I thought..." Justin’s tone faltered.
Remembering how concerned he felt when Michael first told him, mistakenly believing she was hospitalized, his immediate reaction now seemed somehow ludicrous.
He had rushed over from another city, abandoning his clients to see her.
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"Mr. Battleson, this is none of your business. If you have nothing else to do, please leave."
Charlotte did not forget who had injured Henry Hudson today — it was Evelyn Curtis.
Had Justin properly handled things with Evelyn, her anger wouldn’t have been redirected onto Charlotte, jeopardizing Henry Hudson in the process.
Just like mysterious dominoes, the butterfly effect, everything was interconnected.
Yet, the one who ended up hurt was an innocent person.
"Why should I leave? I came to see you, but you are..."
Justin was infuriated by Charlotte’s statement.
The tearful hint in Charlotte’s gaze as she indignantly looked at Justin, her voice carrying a note of complaint.
"Mr. Battleson must not know that if Henry hadn’t stood in front of me today, the person lying inside would be me. Do you know who attacked? It was Evelyn Curtis, your long-time girlfriend. Didn’t she want to be Mrs. Battleson? Mr. Battleson, I beg you, if you can’t handle your own affairs, don’t involve others."
Charlotte would think of Henry, his face bloodied, appearing before her in such despair and pain every time she saw Justin. She never wanted to experience that again in her life.
"Charlotte." Justin looked at her a little bewildered, apparently caught off guard by her words.
"Evelyn Curtis?" Justin instinctively approached Charlotte.
However, Charlotte resisted him strongly and tried to escape, and there was a hint of resentment in her eyes.
"If you don’t believe me, feel free to go to the police. Mr. Battleson, I’m really busy and tired now. I don’t have the energy to deal with you anymore. I beg you to let me go, and let yourself go as well."
Charlotte forcefully pulled her hand away from Justin and walked straight back into the ward. The closed door seemed like a barrier that separated her from Justin.
After leaving the hospital, Justin Battleson paused at the entrance, then turned back and stared blankly for a moment.