Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 159

Back at the hotel where they were temporarily staying in Kingsford, Charlotte wasted no time. The moment she stepped inside, she began rummaging through the room, checking every corner until it looked like a tornado had passed through.

Hugo stood there, utterly baffled. "Charlotte, what on earth are you doing?" he blurted out.

Ignoring him, Charlotte continued her search until she was reasonably sure there were no hidden cameras. Only then did she drag him to the sofa, urgency in her voice.

"Tell me about your sister!"

"What?"

Hugo was taken aback, not understanding this sudden interest. Since when was Charlotte curious about his sister?

"Stop stalling and spill it!" Charlotte snapped, raising her hand threateningly.

Hugo, unwilling to provoke her further, recoiled slightly. The pain from his injuries made him wince, and he felt a pang of frustration.

shouldn't be getting

his objections, her hand still

Mila's piercing gaze earlier that day resurfacing, causing a sharp

is

her. They treated her poorly, but she was always good to me. I was a sickly child, and once, when I had

Charlotte interrupted, her brow furrowed. "I asked about your sister, not

"Right, right."

not stray from the topic, wracking his

run away from home at eighteen, and they'd seen little of each other since. In recent years, they hadn't been in touch at all. If it

lips tightened as he recounted the few monumental events from his sister's life before she disappeared, especially her

her. This was no helpless woman; this was a force to be

support nor a powerful background,

he didn't want something, no one could sway

truly