In the room.

Charlotte hugged her legs as she curled up on the couch. Her messy hair covered most of her face.

She looked as if her spirits had been completely shattered.

A "creak" broke the silence and the tightly secured door was pushed open.

Charlotte no longer had the strength to see who it was.

After three days of struggle, her body was too exhausted to do anything.

Now all she could do was hope Madam Lane would eventually be clear-minded enough to let her go home.

But what worried her most was Sheryl. She was surely afraid of being home alone.

"Mommy!"

Was it an illusion?

looked towards the door. She could discern

Sheryl

her mind turned blanked before darkness consumed her and

"Mommy, mommy, what's wrong?"

nudged her unconscious body anxiously but there was no response. She looked at Shane with fear and cried, "Mr. Handsome, please save my mommy." Shane patted Sheryl's head then

as a feather. He was afraid

silence, Shane strode out of

the VIP ward of the

he diagnosed that Charlotte was simply exhausted. All she needed was a good

held Sheryl who was sleeping, his face was filled with

quipped, "Hey, is this your daughter? You both look quite

quirked up into a smile at his words but it quickly turned into a

unbelievable. But from the looks of it, Shane wasn't lying either. He

a marriage certificate with her?" Henry couldn't help but asked as he looked at Charlotte, who was still in

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