Chapter 1333: Chapter 1333: Worried to Death
Charlotte Thompson carefully grasped Justin Battleson’s uninjured hand and gently pressed his palm against her cheek.
Then, she softly extended her fingertips, touched Justin’s cheek, and slowly moved upward, finally resting on the bandage wrapped around his head.
Charlotte’s gaze gradually grew heavier.
"How could the set’s props suddenly collapse?"
Wiping the tear stains from the corner of her eyes, Charlotte turned her head back toward Annie Anne.
The more she thought about the incident, the angrier she became.
After all, how could such large props, sitting in a corner, collapse without reason?
"Do you suspect someone did it on purpose?" Hearing Charlotte’s words, Annie immediately agreed.
"It’s just a guess, but after all, Justin and I are not part of your crew. If there really is a scheme, it wouldn’t involve us," Charlotte argued.
She didn’t rule out the possibility of an accident, so Charlotte dared not make wild conjectures, but a shadow remained in her heart.
"When we get back to the set, we’ll check the cameras together and investigate then," Annie suggested.
Though Annie, like Charlotte, was uncertain whether the incident was intentional, a careful check could eliminate one possibility.
It’s just unfortunate that there was no surveillance footage at the scene. Otherwise, the investigation would have been much clearer and easier.
"Okay, we’ll talk about it later."
Charlotte nodded at Annie. Right now, what concerned her more was when Justin would wake up.
However, as the doctor said, Justin’s current unconsciousness was due only to the head impact and the anesthetics. Several hours had passed since the surgery was completed.
He slowly opened his eyes, his brows furrowing slightly from the faint pain on his head and shoulder.
Charlotte, who had been steadfastly by Justin’s bedside, immediately showed a delighted expression upon seeing his eyes open.
Her grip on Justin’s palm had already grown sweaty.
"Justin, you’re awake. Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere? I’ll call the doctor right away."
As she spoke, Charlotte reached to press the call button beside Justin’s bed, but Justin was quicker and grabbed her hand to stop her.
"I’m fine," Justin said, his voice still hoarse, and then he coughed violently a few times.
Seeing this, Charlotte immediately poured a glass of water for Justin and carefully helped him sit up to drink.
After adjusting the pillows on the bed, Justin finally sat up, but he still felt dizzy and instinctively tried to raise his hand to rub his temples, accidentally touching his injured arm, which made him involuntarily gasp in pain.
"Be careful," Charlotte’s worried voice rose again.
Justin turned to look at Charlotte beside the bed and noticed her complexion was very poor, a pale white he had never seen before.
"Charlotte..."
Hearing Justin’s murmur, Charlotte immediately responded, "I’m here. I’ve always been here."
"I’m sorry for making you worry," Justin said, looking at Charlotte with a pained expression.
"Yes, you had me worried to death," Charlotte’s expression also revealed a touch of grievance, her voice with a sob: "Do you know, during the time you were unconscious, I’ve been so anxious, not even daring to breathe loudly..."