Chapter 974: Chapter 974: Justin, Thank You.
"Grace!"
Charlotte Thompson’s pupils constricted as she rushed forward.
But no one expected that in the next second, Charlotte Thompson would switch places with Grace Thompson, who had stood in front of her, and the hand she had stretched out to grab Grace became the hand that pushed her down.
And so, in front of Charlotte Thompson, Grace was swallowed by the endless darkness.
...
"Grace!"
Charlotte Thompson woke up from the nightmare to find herself drenched in cold sweat.
She rubbed her sore eyes, but when she closed them, she felt a dry pain in her eyes.
"You’re awake? Why not sleep a little longer?"
Just then, Justin Battleson pushed the door and came in, also giving Charlotte Thompson a start.
Charlotte Thompson responded haphazardly and fumbled for her clothes on the side, also remembering that she was now in the hospital’s private resting room.
"I went to buy breakfast, have some," Justin Battleson said, placing the bag he was carrying in front of Charlotte Thompson, "I’ve already notified Michael Richard to get you a new set of clothes."
Justin Battleson was wearing a suit, obviously about to head to the office. He looked up at Charlotte Thompson’s movements and walked over to tickle the bridge of her nose.
"What are you thinking about that has you so distracted?"
Charlotte Thompson, now a bit more collected, lowered her head and didn’t say anything.
"Charlotte, you’ve been overworking yourself lately. If you continue like this, your body won’t be able to take it," Justin Battleson said, half-kneeling in front of the bed, his voice filled with concern.
"Don’t worry, I’m fine," Charlotte Thompson shook her head, giving Justin Battleson a smile.
"Charlotte Thompson!"
Justin Battleson’s hands were propped on either side of Charlotte Thompson’s body as he called out her full name, "Look at me."
Charlotte Thompson slowly looked up at Justin Battleson, but the next second Justin had already grasped her chin and kissed her.
This move was unexpected for Charlotte Thompson, but she also failed to struggle free.
After the kiss, Justin Battleson rested his forehead against Charlotte Thompson’s, their breaths nearly entwined at that moment.
"If Grace recovers well enough today, we can take her back to Stardust Garden this evening."
"Really?" Charlotte Thompson asked, somewhat anxiously.
"The doctor says that Grace’s current condition is very good, and over at Stardust Garden, they’ve prepared a full set of medical equipment. There won’t be any issues," Justin Battleson reassured, always keeping an eye on Charlotte Thompson’s unease, ready to do anything in his power to ease her concerns.
"As for the heart issue, I’ve got people looking into it, and the doctor the Clarkson Family hired is arriving soon. When they do, we can have them examine Grace, perhaps there will be other treatment options."
Justin Battleson continued, his words serving as a much-needed reassurance for Charlotte Thompson.
Charlotte Thompson nodded.
"Alright, eat your breakfast. You don’t need to go to the office today; I will handle the important matters for you."
Charlotte Thompson’s most pressing concern was Grace Thompson’s wellbeing, and naturally, Justin Battleson would not oppose her staying at the hospital.
Charlotte Thompson’s eyes regained a bit of their brightness as she got out of bed. As Justin Battleson was about to leave, she called out to him.
"Justin, thank you."
Charlotte Thompson’s fingertips hooked onto Justin Battleson’s tie, and on her tiptoes, she planted a kiss on his lips.
"Miss Thompson, are you trying to make me late for work on purpose?" Justin Battleson said, wrapping his arms around Charlotte Thompson’s slender waist and asking in a deep voice.
"I didn’t, I didn’t, I don’t know," Charlotte Thompson instantly denied thrice, a sly look in her eyes.
Justin Battleson’s eyebrows raised slightly as he kissed the corner of her eyes and whispered in her ear, "I’ll deal with you when I get back."