Finally, the waves of unrest appeared in Charlotte Thompson’s originally calm heart, and her fingertips gradually tightened around the fork without realizing it.
Leon Battleson, who had been observing Charlotte’s reactions, naturally didn’t miss such a subtle gesture.
"Did you know? It was clearly that person’s fault. Why am I the one who has to bear the consequences in the end? Oliver Battleson chose to betray Justin Battleson’s mother, so why does Oliver unleash all his resentnt upon ?"
By the end of his speech, Leon Battleson’s emotions seed sowhat agitated, causing his originally deep voice to rise several notches.
It appeared as though he was recalling so painful mories; a layer of inescapable gloom rose between his otherwise handso brows, giving his entire deanor an aura of darkness.
Seeing Leon’s emotions beco unstable, Charlotte instinctively pressed her hand onto the napkin covering her legs.
At that mont, Leon took off his suit jacket. His movents were leisurely, but as he unbuttoned the jacket, his gaze was fixed intently on Charlotte.
When Charlotte’s expression changed and she was about to leave directly, Leon slowly rolled up his shirt sleeve.
In the instant Charlotte saw his arm, her pupils narrowed sharply.
His skin was very fair, enviable even to so girls, and the muscle lines under the shirt ford graceful curves. However, on that beautiful arm lay dozens of ghastly scars crisscrossing it.
It was like a priceless painting, destroyed by soone who didn’t understand its value.
Charlotte furrowed her brows deeply, intending to look away, but caught in the corner of her eye the red stain near Leon’s sleeve.
Noticing Charlotte’s gaze, Leon bowed his head slightly, pulling up his sleeve further to reveal a large area of bandaging.
Charlotte squinted her eyes, and it dawned on her at that mont what strange scent had mingled with Leon’s presence earlier.
However, compared to Charlotte’s solemn deanor, Leon didn’t seem to mind much and curled his lips slightly.
"I only hastily bandaged it when leaving, didn’t expect it to reopen; did it scare you?"
After speaking, Leon dragged his sleeve back down, covering those gut-wrenching scars once more.
Charlotte looked at him without speaking, but thoughts of what Leon ntioned earlier slowly churned within her.
The next mont, Leon opened his mouth, confirming what Charlotte had suspected.
"All these scars were left by Oliver Battleson."
Despite having prepared herself ntally, seeing Leon admit the matter so calmly still caused Charlotte’s gaze to flinch.
Though, Charlotte found it sowhat unbelievable; she had t Oliver Battleson before and felt he wouldn’t be the type of man to do such things.
Besides, hadn’t Oliver always been incredibly doting towards Leon Battleson?
Leon seed to grasp Charlotte’s thoughts imdiately; he pushed aside the plate originally in front of him and curiously nudged the napkin folded into a flower shape beside him.
"Back then, everyone outside knew that Oliver Battleson drove his first wife to her death, and my mother beca the mistress condemned by all."
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