Chapter 505: Chapter 505: Pushed to the Limit
Oliver Hudson looked at her seriously, "Miss Thompson, I’ve been in contact with the best hospitals abroad. If possible, Annie will soon be able to receive better treatment."
Upon hearing this, the physician across from him, sitting in the office chair, looked at him disapprovingly, and said, "Miss Anne’s condition is quite complicated. We shouldn’t be too hasty, otherwise, too much of anything will only lead to the opposite effect."
Charlotte glanced up, "What do you mean?"
The physician respectfully looked at Charlotte and said, "Miss Thompson, Miss Anne’s mental and emotional traumas are severe, so I suggest keeping Miss Anne in the hospital for monitoring for a while before discussing the transfer."
Since the physician had said so, the two of them didn’t say anything more.
When they left the office, they saw an unexpected person in the hallway.
Oliver Hudson seemed slightly depressed. He gave Charlotte a complex glance upon seeing the person, then said, "Miss Thompson, Annie needs someone to look after her now. I should go to her."
Hearing his words, Charlotte nodded slightly. Only after watching Oliver leave did she turn her gaze to the person standing across from her.
She had a complicated look in her eyes, but her tone was surprisingly softer.
"What are you doing here?"
The man hesitated for a few seconds, looked up at her, and said softly, "Miss Thompson, would you like to accompany me for a late-night snack?"
"Justin Battleson, what are you up to?" Charlotte sounded a bit helpless, at least she was not as defensive as before.
Justin was silent for a few seconds, his face remained expressionless, but a subtle tinge of disappointment was detectable in his eyes.
Charlotte’s heart suddenly ached.
After a while, she coughed lightly, saying, "Fine, I choose the place, you pay the bill."
As her words fell, Justin looked somewhat startled. After a few seconds, the expression on his face changed from surprise to suppressed joy.
He nodded his head. His voice was filled with restrained delight.
"Okay."
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Charlotte chose her favourite food stall. The stall’s owner was a robust, straightforward man in his forties, who always smiled sincerely and heartily.
After exchanging greetings with the stall owner, Charlotte indulgently ordered lots of crayfish. It did not take long for the owner to bring the crayfish to the table, laughing as he said, "Are you here with your boyfriend?"
At his words, Charlotte paused imperceptibly. Her calm smile remained intact as she replied, "Just a friend."
Opposite her, Justin masked the complex light in his eyes, a faint smile playing at his lips. He watched as Charlotte enthusiastically ate her food, unconcerned about the grease smeared around her mouth.
He did not eat, just watched Charlotte attentively. His gaze softened involuntarily.
Only when Charlotte was full did she finally have a moment to rest. She hastily wiped her mouth with a napkin and casually glanced at the man across the table.
The man, dressed in a black suit, had a detached temperament that made him appear out of place in the bustling and noisy food stall. He didn’t eat anything and just watched her without blinking.
Charlotte lowered her head and silently looked at the crayfish shell in front of her. She then looked at him and asked, "Why aren’t you eating?"
Caught off guard, Justin stuttered after a few seconds, "I’m not hungry."
Hearing his answer, Charlotte’s mouth twitched as she responded, "How many people do you know who eat late-night snacks because they are hungry?"
Before he could answer, she pushed a plate full of crayfish towards him, gestured at it and said, "It’s boring if I’m the only one eating, why don’t you have some too?"