Charlotte's handkerchief was stained red with blood.
George rushed to her side, looking shocked.
"I'm fine." Charlotte uttered weakly. "You shouldn't worry about me."
George wanted to refute, but it was like his tongue was not his tongue, but lead.
In the end, he caressed her hair. Charlotte didn't even have the strength to avoid his hand.
"Rest well."
With those words, George left the room to give Charlotte space to rest. As he closed the door, his gaze only for a second landed unintentionally on the table beside Charlotte's bed. An empty teacup lay hhhyon it.
George finally closed the door.
Aristia wanted to glance at Charlotte but the scene changed again.
This time, it was outside the mansion. Aristia's first reaction was to feel relieved at the change of scenery from inside the gloomy mansion to outside when the scene dawned on her.
