"I don’t have ti to listen to your useless nonsense. Weren’t you going to the hospital with to see my daughter? Let’s go now!"
The middle-aged woman ignored Charlotte Thompson’s actions, quickly changed the subject, and walked out of the company.
Charlotte followed closely behind the middle-aged woman.
However, just as the middle-aged woman stepped out of the company lobby, Charlotte swiftly moved ahead of her, reaching out to grab the bundle of clothes in the woman’s arms.
This action completely took everyone present by surprise.
Ironically, the first to react was the little boy beside the middle-aged woman.
He had initially intended to push Charlotte away, but to everyone’s shock, as he raised his hand, his sleeve suddenly ignited.
Everyone jumped in fright, and the little boy scread loudly, his face pale with terror.
However, Charlotte was quick to respond. She imdiately took off her coat, covered the boy’s arm, and smothered the flas.
The little boy, terrified, cried uncontrollably, his face ashen.
Charlotte wasn’t faring much better, seemingly caught off guard by the situation as well.
She glanced sideways, initially intending to look toward Justin Battleson behind her, but Justin had already walked over to her side and grabbed Charlotte’s palm, examining it carefully.
"Help is on the way," Justin said, his expression sowhat grim.
Yet his words offered Charlotte so comfort.
"Son! Son!" the middle-aged woman finally reacted. She yelled oddly and ran to her son’s side.
"What did you do to my son? Do you want to kill him too?!"
Before the middle-aged woman could reach out to push Charlotte away, a group of people suddenly erged from the crowd, surrounding the little boy with various instrunts and equipnt in their hands, seemingly for examination.
"What are you doing? Who are these people?"
Charlotte glanced at her sowhat reddened palm but ignored the middle-aged woman’s interrogation, instead turning to the caraman who was closest to her.
"What did you record just now?"
The reporter was puzzled by Charlotte’s question but still lowered his head to check his cara.
At this point, the middle-aged woman was already highly agitated. She initially wanted to hold her son but hesitated.
Seeing her son whimpering, the middle-aged woman vented her anger on Charlotte.
"What sorcery did you use? What did you do to my son just now? Our family has no grudge against you, why are you trying to harm us?"
"Yes, I have no grudge against you, but you, you disregard your own daughter’s life to falsely accuse !"
Charlotte’s face had turned icy.
However, as soon as Charlotte finished speaking, the reporter exclaid.
"What is this thing?"
The reporter’s voice drew the attention of everyone around.
Their gaze followed, and upon seeing the footage in the cara, everyone displayed extrely peculiar expressions.
"The fabric of the clothes is perfectly fine; it’s you who has the issue."
At this mont, Charlotte stepped closer to the middle-aged woman, "Or rather, it was you who tampered with the clothes."
The middle-aged woman instantly looked guilty.
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