Almost at the sa ti Leon was taken away, Oliver Battleson’s body trembled and fell to the ground.
Large patches of blood gushed from his abdon, the sticky tallic scent spreading continuously in the air.
As he fell, his gaze remained fixed on Justin Battleson.
Although Justin Battleson’s gaze was on his own body, Charlotte Thompson clearly noticed that Justin’s palm, which had been pressing on her wrist, tightened slightly at that mont.
Charlotte lowered her eyelids, her eyes slightly trembling.
The unconscious Oliver was quickly taken to the hospital by the bodyguards Justin brought.
"Mr. Battleson, about today’s incident..."
The person who ca with Justin was not actually a reporter, but the president of the country’s top news agency, who practically controlled all major dia outlets.
When Justin first contacted him, he had been a bit surprised.
After all, the situation regarding Justin’s family background was already causing quite a stir.
However, the president had not expected that following Justin, he would witness such a scene.
After hearing the president’s inquiry, Justin glanced in his direction and then answered slowly:
"The news doesn’t need to be made public for the ti being."
Then Justin left the place with Charlotte.
The president responded, withdrawing his gaze from Justin’s back, and involuntarily glanced at the empty basent behind him.
It was cold and damp here, with only the mottled bloodstains on the ground as evidence of the absurd events that had just occurred.
It seed like a dark, gaping mouth, unknowingly devouring everything.
This gave the president a chill, prompting him to hurriedly leave, closing the door and leaving all those mories behind.
The collision with Oliver was very severe, unsurprisingly injuring his internal organs, with massive bleeding worsened by his already poor physical condition, inadvertently putting him in critical danger.
The ergency room light remained on, and naturally, Charlotte and Justin were waiting outside.
Justin had gone to make a phone call earlier, and though Charlotte didn’t hear what he said, she could tell from his icy expression that it was undoubtedly about Leon.
However, Charlotte did not ask Justin how he planned to deal with Leon.
This matter had nothing to do with her.
Charlotte rely directed her gaze into the ergency room.
Could it be that these entanglents could finally be brought to an end at this mont?
While Charlotte was contemplating this, Justin had already walked over to her, naturally taking her hand, only to discover that Charlotte’s fingertips were a bit cold.
"Does the wound still hurt?" Justin frowned slightly and asked in a low voice.
"It’s just a small cut, nothing serious."
Touching the bandage on her neck, Charlotte shook her head, but as she looked down, she noticed the tear in Justin’s suit jacket.
Charlotte then rembered that Justin had been cut by Leon when he shielded her at the beginning.
Instantly, a trace of remorse crossed Charlotte’s heart.
How could she forget about this?
"But your wound, why hasn’t it been treated yet? I’ll find a doctor now."
After saying this, Charlotte was about to turn and leave, but Justin grasped her wrist, and with a slight force, brought her back into his embrace.
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