However, Justin Battleson hadn’t finished speaking before soone gently knocked on the door of their room.
Charlotte Thompson responded, but the person who entered was sowhat unexpected to her.
"Henry?" Charlotte blinked in surprise, then shifted her puzzled gaze to Justin’s face.
It was clear she was asking why Henry Hudson was here.
"How are you feeling? Is there anything else uncomfortable?" Henry looked worriedly as he took a step forward, examining Charlotte’s expression.
"I’m fine now, but... why are you here?" Charlotte asked, blinking with confusion.
This ti, it was Justin who answered Charlotte’s question.
"He can cure Grace."
"Really!" Such news was nothing short of a huge surprise for Charlotte.
Under Charlotte’s gaze full of anticipation, Henry nodded earnestly.
"If I wasn’t absolutely confident, I wouldn’t have co rashly."
"But..." Charlotte hesitated.
Both Henry and Justin knew what she was concerned about, so Henry promptly spoke:
"Don’t worry, I’m aware of what Vincent has done."
Charlotte hadn’t expected Henry to ntion Vincent directly, which made her look up in surprise, only to see Henry inexplicably chuckle.
"I might... have known Vincent earlier than you."
Henry’s words were the most astonishing she’d heard since waking, but she didn’t delve into it.
Because it wasn’t the focus; all that mattered to Charlotte was that Henry could cure Grace.
...
Life gradually returned to its usual course, everything proceeding peacefully in the unseen currents.
Holding a large bouquet of beautiful white roses, Charlotte stood beside Justin.
She looked at the photo on the gravestone in front of her and gently laid down the flowers she had.
This was the grave of Justin’s mother.
Back then, under trendous pressure, Justin’s mother suffered a ntal collapse and committed suicide, yet Oliver Battleson showed no compassion.
It was Justin who, braving heavy rain, pleaded with Jasmine Clarkson to have his mother exhud and buried in this place.
Upon arrival, Justin remained silent.
Charlotte could sense the subtle change in his emotions, so she chose to quietly accompany him.
Feeling as if soone was watching them, Charlotte instinctively turned her head and unexpectedly saw Oliver not far away.
This left Charlotte a bit stunned.
She turned her gaze towards Justin.
If she could sense Oliver watching, certainly Justin could too.
But Justin stood still, unmoved.
"Justin."
Finally, Oliver walked over and called Justin by na.
His tone was heavy, his eyes filled with extrely complex emotions.
As he spoke, he coughed a few tis.
After the incident with Leon Battleson, the gravely injured Oliver had been hospitalized for a long ti and only recently recovered, though his body carried hidden ills.
Oliver had already placed a fist against his lips, trying to suppress his cough; the motion made his shoulders tremble slightly, and the rustle of his bouquet echoed.
Charlotte knew Oliver wished to speak with Justin, so she touched Justin’s fingertips.
"I’ll go wait in the car."
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