In order to avoid Adam Ross and Justin Battleson, Charlotte Thompson specifically took the back door out. By the ti she reached the outside of the hospital, several minutes had passed, and there was still undried rainwater on the floor. The small puddles reflected the bright moonlight, and the dim light from the street lamps spilled onto the ground, mixing quietly with the moonlight.
The chirping of cicadas emanated from the nearby bushes, the air not stifling but fresh and comfortable after the rain.
Despite the peaceful environnt, Charlotte’s heart was in turmoil.
After all that had happened today, she had inconveniently run into Adam Ross, Justin Battleson, and Oliver Hudson.
Not to ntion it was a narrow escape, just thinking about it gave her a headache.
She leaned against the wall, her mind chaotic from the intense ntal tension, the taut string inside her had not relaxed even now.
She tipped her head back and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath of the fresh outdoor air, which slowly dissipating so of her inner heat.
The sound of an engine roared, and Charlotte Thompson looked over. She saw a black Rolls Royce coming head-on, its headlights glaringly bright. Charlotte subconsciously raised her hand to shield her eyes.
The car slowly ca to a stop a few ters away from her, and Charlotte then opened her eyes.
A man who she couldn’t say was familiar, but also not a stranger, ca down from the cab.
Charlotte wasn’t really surprised.
The man stepped towards her, nodded slightly, and politely said, "Miss Thompson, long ti no see."
Charlotte paused for a mont.
Indeed, the last ti they t was five years ago, back when she was Sophie Allen.
After thinking for a long ti, Charlotte hooked her lips and said, "Long ti no see."
The man across from her adjusted his glasses and asked, "Oh, by the way, Miss Thompson, Mr. Battleson ..."
ntioning Justin Battleson, Charlotte frowned and cut him off: "I don’t know."
The man was Michael Richard.
Michael Richard, sowhat surprised, readjusted his glasses, his tone still composed, "From what you’re saying, Miss Thompson, are you still hostile towards Mr. Battleson?"
Charlotte squinted her eyes and remained silent.
In the dim light, Michael Richard chuckled lightly, saying, "Miss Thompson, I’ve been around Mr. Battleson for quite a while, and during these five years you weren’t here, Mr. Battleson has been wholeheartedly devoted to his work every single day."
"There’s a lot of gossip out there discussing the relationship between Evelyn Curtis and Mr. Battleson as an unmarried couple, but I know..."
He looked at Charlotte solemnly, and said word for word: "There is no intimate relationship between Mr. Battleson and Evelyn Curtis, any inferences about their engagent are rumors that Evelyn Curtis fabricated herself."
Michael Richard’s face was sincere, and every word he said ca from the heart. Before Charlotte could reply, he continued: "I’ve been with Mr. Battleson for so many years, and I can tell he truly likes you."
At these words, Charlotte lowered her eyes without saying anything, feeling slightly uncomfortable.
Michael Richard watched her for a while, as though trying to read her from her face. But with her head lowered, her obscured expression was not discernable.
A few seconds later, as Michael Richard was about to speak again, he heard footsteps coming from the hospital entrance.
Both of their gazes turned towards the door to see Jack Bryant leading several children their way.
Seemingly spotting their mommy, the kids got excited and quickened their pace.
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