Chapter 444: Chapter 444: Guilt
In the hospital.
The sky was gradually darkening, a slightly sultry wind blowing in through the half-open window, causing ripples in the thin curtain.
Charlotte Thompson stood up, she softly stepped forward, looking down at the man quietly lying on the bed.
Although his wound had been treated, he had been unconscious for nearly six hours due to excessive blood loss.
She sighed, tucked him in with a lightness, as if she was afraid of disturbing Henry Hudson.
Henry’s face was pale, and his raised brows knotted tightly. His lips were pursed into a line, eyelashes casting a shadow beneath his eyes, but they could not obscure the dark circles underneath.
He seemed to have not rested well for several days.
Guilt gradually rose in Charlotte’s heart. When Evelyn Curtis had come charging at them, she had watched Henry step in front of her, she could clearly hear the sound of the dagger piercing flesh.
If she had reacted faster and pushed Henry away, he would not be the one lying here now.
Charlotte tiredly closed her eyes, turned around, and took a cotton swab from the bedside table. She soaked it in water and then carefully moistened Henry’s lips with the wet swab.
The movement was still very gentle.
She raised her head, ready to put the cotton swab down, only to look directly into the man’s warm and moist eyes.
Charlotte was stunned for a few seconds, then her eyes turned red and her nose tingled slightly.
She turned her head back nonchalantly, quickly readjusting her mood, a full smile formed on her face.
"Henry, are you awake?"
On the bed, the man gently smiled, nodded, and made a move to get up, but the sudden movement pulled at his freshly-dressed wound, and he grimaced in pain.
Charlotte quickly propped him up, saying anxiously, "Lie down quickly, your wounds are pretty severe. You might need at least half a month before you can be discharged from the hospital."
At this, the latter paused slightly, then responded with a somewhat helpless laugh, "I really didn’t expect that I’d ever have the chance to stay in a hospital for such a long time."
Henry Hudson hadn’t changed one bit, it was still the same man who faces every situation with unruffled calm, always maintaining the same attitude.
Even if the situation was dire.
Charlotte opened and closed her mouth, suddenly at a loss for words.
With Justin Battleson, she could blithely say anything she wanted or felt like saying, but when it came to Henry Hudson, she couldn’t.
The image of Henry in her heart had become an unrealistic one.
Like her brother, always on her side, even to the extent of being gently caring till it made her feel slightly uncomfortable.
Charlotte pursed her lips; guilt and self-blame began to permeate her heart again. She looked down at Henry Hudson, her tone earnest as she said, "Henry, I’m sorry. If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t be like this."
At this, Henry paused slightly, then smiled and said, "What are you sorry for? I’m aware of all you’ve done just now. If anything, I should be the one thanking you."
The last streak of sunlight from the setting sun generously spilled onto the earth. The soft, orange light streamed through the window, covering the white quilt. The entire ward was suddenly decorated with the sunlight, making it look quite like a fairyland.
With a far-away look in her eyes, Charlotte quickly walked to the window, her gaze was flickering.
After a few seconds, she turned her head and looked at the man on the bed. He was also looking at her, the same gentle and tender smile on his face.