Charlie’s expression softened slightly.
Just thinking of her somehow dissolved his exhaustion.
He still felt guilty about not personally picking her up yesterday—but thankfully she was safe, and Rex had gotten everyone home.
“Charlie, son…”
From the hospital bed, Beatrice called out weakly.
She’d been rushed to the hospital in critical condition. After emergency treatment, she was barely stabilized, but throughout the night she experienced tremors and nightmares, caught in a feverish haze.
Charlie and his father Denny had stayed at her bedside the entire night without rest.
The doctors said she’d suffered extreme shock.
Her soaked evening gown had weighed her down in the lotus pond, and underwater roots had tangled around her limbs. She’d struggled violently, leaving her skin scrap
