The elevator quickly reached the first floor, and Charlotte found a quiet corner, planning to wait there for her family's driver to come pick her up.
Marcus had been persistently following her, and upon reaching the corner, his eyes lit up with evident hope, "Lottie."
Marcus was supporting Charlotte's wheelchair, intending to squat down to talk to her, but Charlotte directly knocked the CT report in her hand onto his: "Don't touch me!"
The report was thin and even though it was rolled up and didn't hurt when hit, the disdain in Charlotte's eyes was so obvious.
Marcus only felt as if a heavy hammer had struck his heart, his throat filled with bitterness.
He took a step back, careful not to touch her wheelchair, before squatting down in front of her, "Lottie, can you look at me?"
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