"She's in Hann City," Charlotte said, holding her phone. She didn't dare hang up, but she also didn't answer, letting it ring.
Ethan looked at her. "Why don't you answer?"
Charlotte raised her hand to touch her recently slapped left cheek. "I don't want her to see it and worry."
Ethan glanced at her left cheek. It wasn't as swollen as before, but Charlotte's fair and clear skin still showed faint marks of the slap, indicating how hard Evelyn had hit her.
He remained silent.
Charlotte didn't know what Ethan was thinking. Her anxiety grew as his expression darkened. She subconsciously gripped her phone tighter.
"She and I have always been close. If she knows my Mom..."
She wanted to continue explaining, but Ethan interrupted her, "Get in the car first."
Charlotte nodded lightly, not
