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Looking at the hatred in her <b>eyes, </b>Jaxson <b>felt </b>a lump of wet cotton rapidly rising and falling ufortably in his chest.
In those few minutes of stalemate, the grip on her wrist loosened. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know the ambnce would bete,” he said.
He, who <b>has </b><b>always </b><b>been </b>aloof, also bowed his head to apologize and exined.
But it was all too <bte</b><b>. </b>
Charlotte’s eyes turned crimson, a hint of saltiness rising in her throat, sheughed, “Chest pain, stroke patients take priority in rescue, don’t you know?”
“A child who fell from a height of two <b>meters </b>on the second floor couldn’t wait a few minutes for an ambnce. Do they have topete <i>with </i>heart attack patients? Those few minutes were golden rescue time for my dad, and you just forcefully took it away!”
She couldn’t control her emotions and was shaking uncontrobly. At that moment<b>, </b>she could hardly breathe, felt dizzy, and seemed like she was about
to faint.
Jaxson’s chest tightened, and he wrapped her in his arms, “Charlotte!”
She resisted his touch, pushed him away, and <b>gradually </b>lost consciousness, falling to the ground.”
Thest thing echoing in my ears was the urgent voice of a man.
At five in the morning at the end of July, the sky outside the window had already brightened.
Charlotte opened her eyes again, and what met her eyes was the IV <b>drip </b>hanging by the bedside.
The familiar decor in the room and the smell <b>of </b>hospital disinfectant <b>also </b>made <b>her </b><b>realize </b>that she was in the private hospital <b>of </b>the Hamilton family.
<b>You </b>woke up.”
The man’s low, <b>hoarse </b>voice <b>rang </b>out.
Charlotte <b>turned </b>her head, <b>Jaxson </b>sat with his <b>legs </b>crossed by the window reading a magazine, his suit jacket draped over the back of the chair<b>, </b>looking as if he hadn’t slept all night, with a hint of fatigue in his eyes.
In the past, he would <b>have </b>guarded her like this.
She had <b>no </b>idea how touched she could be<b>. </b>
<b>But </b><b>now </b>she <b>feels </b>it’s not interesting anymore.
<b>Charlotte </b>was <b>just </b>about to sit up when Jaxson frowned and<b>, </b>suppressing his emotions<b>, </b>casually threw the magazine on the sofa beside him. He reached <b>out </b>and <b>pressed </b>her back, standing by the <b>head </b><b>of </b>the bed <b>and </b>looking down at her, “<b>You’re </b>upset and tired, now is the time to rest.”
During the three <b>days </b>after Gustavo’s <b>death</b>, she <b>really </b>didn’t rest well. When she returned to Havenwood Apartments, she <b>already </b>felt <b>very </b>tired.
Her tone was not good, “Can’t I go to <b>the </b>bathroom?”
Jaxson’s brows rxed, wanting to pick up the IV bottle<b>, </b>but Charlotte waved his hand away, “I don’t need you.”
She took down the IV boule and went to the bathroom by <b>herself</b>.
When she came <b>out</b><b>, </b>she even pretended Jaxson didn’t <b>exist</b>, hung the IV bag back by herself, andy down on the bed.
Jaxson kept his gaze on her <b>face </b>and asked<b>, </b>“<b>What </b>do you want for breakfast?”
“I didn’t eat.”
His chest rose and fell with <b>deep </b>breaths, his contours tight and cold<b>, </b>but he still took a <b>step </b>back.“Charlotte, I’m sorry about <b>your </b>father, but your body is your own. I don’t want you to torture yourself.”
Charlotte looked at him and said, ‘I don’t want to <b>see </b>you right now.”
She turned over, with her back to him.
Jaxson fell silent, stood for a moment, picked <i>up </i>the suit jacket on the sofa,“If anythinges up, give me a call.”
Charlotte closed her eyes and didn’t respond.
Jaxson also opened the door and left.
She opened her eyes only when she heard the sound of the door closing, with no emotion in her eyes
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Maggie knew her <b>daughter </b><b>was </b><b>hospitalized </b><b>and </b>rushed over.
Seeing that the <b>person </b><b>was </b>fine, just exhausted, Maggie breathed a sigh of relief, “You almost scared Mom to death. Now Mom only has you and your brother left. If something happens to you too…”
“Mom, I <b>won’t</b>.” Charlotte covered her arm, smiling reassuringly, “I value my life
very much.”
That’s good,” Maggie smiled kindly, withdrew her hand, and slowly got up.“Mom will go buy you breakfast.”
Watching Maggie’s back as she left, Charlotte felt a mixture of sadness and joy in her heart.
This <b>was </b>the first time she felt her mother’s care and love, even though her mother’s love was based on the loss of her husband and son’sa.
Charlotte stayed in the hospital for two days, and on the third day she was discharged.
Shepleted the formalities and made a phone call to thewyer.
In no time, the other party answered, “Mrs. Hamilton?<b>” </b>
“Send that divorce agreement to Jaxson now.”