Chapter 223

Charlotte remembered her father shouting at her the exact same way Craig did.

Unwittingly, her body froze in fear. By the time she realized what was happening, Craig had slammed the door shut with his leg. He thrust her onto the passenger seat and strapped her in.

"I think we need to have a talk about you and Hitman Island."

Her face went stark white upon hearing that. However, she knew there was no point in keeping it a secret since she had never once thought of running away.

"Fine, but can you take me to my parents first?"

She had been kidnapped soon after her parents' death. For years, she was unable to visit their graves.

After all, they were war heroes, so they were buried in a war grave, a place she could never enter.

She was a stain on their glorious achievements and the lives they have led.

Out of the blue, all of her strength broke before the sight of Craig's uniform.

She did not want this to begin with.

With good grades and great stamina, she wanted to join the military, as her parents wanted her to, or the police force. She had never wanted to walk a path that was the complete opposite of her parents' lives.

If her parents were still alive, they would likely have had a heart attack over the life she led.

She hurriedly turned to look away. Still, he was able to spot the tears streaming down her cheeks. His heart throbbed in pain.

"I'll take you to a florist first. Let us get two bouquets."

"Thank you."

She nodded obediently.

Other than meeting up with Abigail, she had planned to visit her parents' grave while she was in Harrion. This might be her last chance to do so, after all.

Even if she was a stain upon their perfect careers, even if she did not deserve to stand before them, she truly missed them. Oh, how she missed them...

All words left Craig's mind when he saw the look on her face.

"Let me clean up my wound first."

His head was still bleeding. While it looked terrifying, as all head wounds tend to be, it was just a minor injury.

He grabbed the first-aid kit from the back.

Before he could do or say anything, she took it from him.

"Let me."

Contrary to the chill in her voice, her hands were warm and gentle. Her unique and womanly scent filled his nose as she had to lean in close.

He nervously shuffled away from her but froze awkwardly when she said, "Don't move."

Charlotte was focusing her full attention on treating the wound.

How long had it been since she had cleaned and dressed someone else's wounds?

It must have been before her parents passed away.

Craig seemed slightly older than her, but he should be pretty old since he was a Lieutenant Colonel.

if he was over the

did not

to her parents'

did not like acting like a sycophant, she

brief consideration, she decided to say, "I'm done now,

twitched upon hearing

Mister?

Was he that old?

look that

what other people thought, for some reason,

old are you?

to hear him accurately state her age, she still nodded in

deep breath and stated, "I'm only 34!

man's life? Was he

the girl call him

aged his looks, or

expect him to be so young based on his

achieved a lot. Nevertheless, she knew just how cunning people like that

"Craig, then!"

She hurriedly blurted out.

feel much better about

go visit

top of her head, he focused

That pat shocked her.

father loved patting her on the head when he was still alive. As such,

turned to look out of the window as

crying a lot today as

never thought how upset he would be when a woman cried next to him. More importantly, he did not know how to comfort

do was to awkwardly hand her a tissue. He wanted to say something but did

Hitman Island, but

heart squeezed with

only sired one child. Furthermore, she was a victim who was forced into that life. Perhaps he could try to plead mercy on her behalf, even if it meant losing his

how heartbroken her parents would be

mind, he asked, "Have you eaten? Do

to visit my parents as soon

been waiting for five

her? Before that moment, all she wanted to do

where they bought two bouquets before

began to roll uncontrollably down her cheeks like strings of pearls that had snapped open. Sadness

I have a moment alone with

had been crying. The pleading look in her eyes made it hard for him

me if

"Okay."

away, far away, so that he could keep an eye on her, but not too close that he would intrude

go of

flung herself to the ground and

had endured had been the complete opposite of the life

tried to rebel against her captors. Over and over again, she tried to escape. Regardless, she always failed, and nearly died from the

she could see her parents once more was by staying alive. That

have tried my best. For five whole years, I kept trying. I missed you so very much. Why couldn't you have taken me with you? We could be together in the underworld. We could even be reborn as a family. Now, I cannot even see your faces again. Would you

questions out of her throat, only to receive nothing but a chilly breeze in

felt like to be upset on another person—no, another woman's—behalf. All he knew was that his chest hurt a lot, as if someone

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