His voice faltered, and Justin Battleson added another sentence.
His tone was extremely complex: "You are well aware, there’s no escape from these matters, sooner or later you’ll have to face them."
Upon hearing this, Charlotte Thompson fell silent for a few seconds, her hand on her knee clenching tightly.
For her now, bringing up anything about Chad Thompson or Jack Thompson was akin to touching her raw nerves.
She would not allow anyone to harm her children.
Closing her eyes briefly, Charlotte scoffed coldly, laughing at herself sarcastically, and said, "Justin, you don’t have to tell me all this. Whether I run away or face it, what I hate most is people standing in front of me, dictating my affairs."
She lifted her head and downed the crimson liquid in her glass in one gulp. Wiping the chill off the corner of her mouth with her fair fingers, Charlotte looked at the silent man in front of her with cold eyes.
She gave a pale smile and pointed towards the door.
"Mr. Battleson, I’ve booked the entire Blue Tone Club today."
Pausing slightly, she continued, "I don’t welcome your presence here, so, please leave."
She openly ordered him to leave.
Justin Battleson fell silent for a few seconds, then looked at her with a complex expression. "Charlotte, I understand you less and less."
She didn’t respond, only sat silently, stroking the back of her hand, her voice devoid of all emotion.
"You never understood, did you?" pausing, she continued, "The lofty Justin Battleson, why would you condescend to understand the inner thoughts of others?"
Charlotte smiled and said softly, "Mr. Battleson, please go."
A few seconds later, the man’s hand clenched slightly by his side, then abruptly relaxed.
With a sarcastic laugh, he turned and strode away.
At that moment, Charlotte seemed to hear a faint phrase.
"Impervious to reason."
So soft it was almost inaudible, like a feather harshly scratching her heart.
Charlotte’s eyes fell to her lap where they lingered, after a while, she finally scoffed bitterly.
"Impervious to reason?"
She slowly poured herself more wine, her slender, pale fingers holding the glass and gently swirling it.
In the incredibly quiet room, her bitter whisper echoed.
"How would you understand?"
How could he understand these years of her lonely suffering and hardships?
Charlotte scoffed at herself. She lifted her head and downed the glass of wine.
One glass after another, they flowed effortlessly down her throat without pause.
Not until all the bottles in front of her were emptied did she finally slump and set the glass down tiredly, leaning back listlessly.
Lifting her head, her eyes were hollow.
Even with all this alcohol, she still couldn’t get drunk to forget her sorrows.
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It was already ten o’clock at night.
Feeling a headache coming on, she paid the bill and left the club alone.
Looking across the street, she could still hear the laughter and chatter from the Blue Tone Club, colorful lights seeping out through the cracks in the door, painting the heavy night, but they brought a sense of boundless loneliness.
Lowering her gaze, it seemed to have started drizzling outside.
Charlotte’s mind was unusually clear, she walked into the drizzle, opened the car, and got in.
She hesitated for a few seconds, then started the car and drove away.
The roads were still filled with cars. Not far ahead, traffic was backed up, moving at a snail’s pace.
A wave of impatience welled up in Charlotte’s heart, she honked her horn and the jammed traffic finally moved a bit forward.
A few traffic police officers were on duty at the end of the congestion. One of them stepped forward in the rain and knocked on her window.