George
Arriving at the hospital, I get directions to where Charlotte resides. Not only do I feel several pairs of eyes on my person, but I also hear the whispers.
"Mr. Wickham is here," one person murmurs.
"Are the rumors true then?" another asks.
God, do these people have nothing better to do other than gossip? I don't wish to be here, and now I must hear the things people speak under their breath.
Charlotte truly doesn't seem to understand the situation she's compromised herself into.
I find her room with ease, seeing her messing around with her phone.
"Charlotte."
I keep my voice even, though a bitter bite does slip its way through. I narrow my eyes at the woman who continues to spread false information about me.
For her part, Charlotte whips her head around to see me, looking
