"No, I can’t go to the hospital with you alone. What if you suddenly change your mind?"
The middle-aged woman suddenly looked at Charlotte Thompson with a wary expression, as if she had thought of sothing.
She glanced at the crowd outside blocked by security and shouted loudly, "You must let so people accompany ! Be my witnesses!"
Charlotte glanced at the middle-aged woman standing in front of her, then turned her head to say sothing to Coco, causing Coco to show a sowhat surprised expression.
She gave the middle-aged woman an odd look, then turned and hastily left.
Only then did Charlotte turn around, directly taking out her cell phone from her pocket.
"How about this, I’ll call the journalists and dia, and we’ll go to the hospital together. Do you have any objections to that?"
"Then I’ll wait here for the reporters to co!" The middle-aged woman pulled her child closer, leaning towards the crowd.
Charlotte did not delay and directly contacted the dia reporters by phone.
However, while waiting for the reporters, Charlotte glanced at the news online, realizing that she and Justin Battleson had already been thrust into the lilight.
She turned to look at Justin standing beside her, their gazes eting.
"Just handle it the way you think is best. No matter what, I’ll support you."
In a gentle voice, Justin expressed his stance, curious to see what Charlotte would decide to do about the situation.
Scanning the crowd present, Charlotte quietly leaned towards Justin and whispered in his ear, "Could you help find a few people?"
However, before Justin could react, Coco hurried back to Charlotte’s side, whispering sothing to her.
Justin’s eyes flickered, his gaze landing on Charlotte’s hands, and he looked sowhat disapproving as if he wanted to grab her wrist, but she quickly dodged him.
"It’s alright, don’t worry." Charlotte nodded firmly towards Justin.
Justin still looked a bit hesitant but finally chose to listen to Charlotte and made a phone call.
During this ti, reporters arrived in droves, promptly filling the lobby to capacity.
The middle-aged woman seized the opportunity to clutch the clothes in her arms tightly, quietly accusing Charlotte and Justin’s company of wrongdoing and lanting how difficult her life was.
Seeing the woman’s deanor, a trace of inexplicable emotion flashed through Charlotte’s eyes.
Without hesitation, she stepped forward and, under the woman’s wary gaze, pointed to the clothes in her arms.
"This set must be from my brand, right? You said the clothes spontaneously combusted out of nowhere?"
Facing Charlotte’s inquiry, the middle-aged woman clutched her own arm and unhesitatingly replied,
"That’s right, my daughter was standing right in front of at the ti, and just now, many people here saw it too. This bunch of clothes suddenly caught fire—your unscrupulous manufacturers use such poor-quality materials to make clothes."
Charlotte nodded at what she heard, then extended her hand to the middle-aged woman.
"Can you let see the clothes?"
But the woman showed no intention of letting go, breaking in, "What do you want to do? Are you trying to destroy evidence?"
"Now that all the dia caras are on , do you think I’d do anything in front of them?"
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