Without hesitation, Bradley replied, “I take after my mother’s side more.”
“Oh, I see.”
Mr. Nathan Harrington didn’t press further. Instead, he turned to Charlotte with a warm smile. “Charlotte, you’ve had a long day. It’s getting late, so I won’t keep you and your husband any longer.”
“Thank you, Grandpa. I’ll come visit you again soon. Please take care of yourself.”
Charlotte’s voice was gentle as she said her goodbye.
As she was about to leave, Darren’s heart tightened. He watched her closely, noticing the deft way her fingers pressed the automatic wheelchair button.
Her hand… she could move it now?
A flicker of relief passed through Darren.
But when they brushed past each other, Charlotte’s gaze remained fixed straight ahead, treating him as if he were nothing but thin air.
The sting of being completely ignored lodged deep in his chest.
He tightened his grip on his cane.
Suddenly, Bradley’s voice cut in, “Mr. Harrington, thank you for saving my wife two days ago.”
To Darren, those words felt like the sharpest mockery.
He didn’t need Bradley’s gratitude.
All he wanted was for Charlotte to look at him, to say something—anything—to him, even just a single word.
Darren’s eyes bore over Bradley’s shoulder, locking onto Charlotte. His voice was low and rough. “Every wrong has its cause, every debt its debtor. Mr. Fairchild, I can’t accept your thanks.”
Hearing the edge in his words, Charlotte finally looked up to meet his gaze.
Her tone was cool and clear. “Mr. Harrington is right—every wrong has its cause, every debt its debtor. It was the Harrington Group that helped TOPMS Hospital organize the event, and the staff member who couldn’t even hold a camera steady was your employee.”
“So since you brought it up, perhaps I should file charges against the Harrington Group for attempted murder!”
Attempted murder?
The words were tossed out so lightly, but Darren’s eyes widened in shock.


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