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qAt that thought, Charlotte could feel her heart aching terribly for him. Holding Zachary's hand, she consoled, “It's fine, Hubby. I'm already thinking of a way to find Francesco. You'll be fine soon...”

The man did not reply, merely holding her hand tightly and stroking the back of her palm gently with his thumb.

There seemed to be something weighing on his mind.

“Hubby, where have you been for the past few days? What happened? Can you tell me?” she asked uneasily.

“I don't know either...” Zachary rubbed his temples and explained tiredly, “When I was sleeping that night, I felt that the house was on fire. Then, someone barged in, and I fainted. When I regained consciousness, I saw you in the hospital.”

“I see...”

His answer confused Charlotte. It was so vague that she learned nothing new from it.

“What exactly happened?” he asked in return. “Why did the police say that you're involved in this case? Where's Ben?”

this is what

night. However, as she did not want him to feel pressured, she

so don't worry. Ellie isn't severely injured, but she's so traumatized that she locked herself up and refused

that happen? Have you found her a doctor?” asked Zachary

for a child psychologist to check up on Ellie.

he said, but his questions did not stop there. “Why

some inexplicable reason, Charlotte felt that

close as brothers. Yet, even after knowing that Ben was shot and is in a coma, he dismissed it lightly. It's the same for Ellie too. Zachary

could not put her finger on what exactly

down on her—a

Zachary

at Southridge the night before our wedding? The security at your place is so strict. How did they

“I'm afraid that