Charlotte pressed her lips together, staring at Oliver Hudson’s face for a long while before finally looking away.
"I hope so, but Oliver, I don’t want you to hurt Annie again. If you do, I will not let it go, since I have never had a good impression of you from the start."
Having said that, Charlotte didn’t care about Justin Battleson’s expression or her response, and she walked away.
Just as she took a few steps, she heard Oliver’s faint voice.
"It won’t happen."
...
As Justin Battleson had a social engagent that evening, he didn’t join Charlotte after work to visit Annie Anne at the hospital.
However, when Charlotte left the hospital, she still sent a ssage to Justin Battleson.
Just after he put down his phone and looked up, he found a familiar person standing in the parking lot.
"Henry Hudson?" Charlotte walked over and called out his na.
Henry, who had just closed his car door, turned around when he heard his na, briefly stunned when he saw it was Charlotte, and then a smile appeared on his face.
"What a coincidence."
But the next second, Henry’s tone turned more concerned, "Why are you at the hospital? Are you sick?"
Charlotte waved her hand off. "No, I was here to visit Annie. Are you just off work?"
"No, I have a surgery tonight, ca earlier to prepare," Henry answered gently.
"It must be tough having surgery in the evening. I’m really sorry, I didn’t even know you had returned to the country early."
What Charlotte said made Henry flick her forehead lightly with his hand.
Charlotte cried out in pain and covered her forehead with her hand.
"Why would you do that, senior?"
"Do you have nothing else to say to ? Why do you start by apologizing for not knowing I returned early? I don’t need your apologies," Henry said, his voice carrying a hint of helplessness.
Charlotte looked up at Henry cautiously and then stepped back to distance herself, finally complaining about his surprise attack.
"If you truly feel sorry, then find so ti to treat to a al as compensation," Henry suggested.
Charlotte nodded repeatedly.
Looking at the gentle smile on Henry’s face in front of her, she seed to travel back to those early days.
After all, she had many reasons to apologize to him.
"It’s getting late, be careful on your way back. I’m going to prepare for the surgery."
"Okay, senior, goodbye."
Charlotte waved at Henry and then walked towards her parking spot.
What he didn’t notice was that the man who should have entered the hospital stood at the door, watching his car slowly drive away.
Until he could no longer see a trace of it, Henry withdrew his gaze.
He looked down at his palm, and then a smile with an indiscernible aning spread across his lips.
Maybe this was really for the best.
Then he turned around, his shadow stretched long by the streetlight next to him, only disappearing as he stepped into the hospital.
While Charlotte was driving back to Stardust Garden, she received another call—a notification from the hospital for Charlotte to bring Grace Thompson for a follow-up checkup tomorrow.
Hearing this, she imdiately thought of Grace’s condition, naturally wearing a troubled expression.
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