<b>Chapter </b>380
“How did you know about my brother’s situation?” Charlotte paused, “Did you hear about it <b>yesterday</b><b>?</b>”
“I didn’t want to listen <i>at </i>first,” Nigel crossed his arms, “just didn’t expect your husband to be Jaxson.”
Charlotte didn’t say anything.
“I can help you.”
“Help me?” Charlotte asked, “You helped once, will you help a second time? Besides, I’m just your grandfather’s student, not rted to you. Why should you offend the Hamilton family for me?”
Nigel frowned, “I don’t like Jaxson, okay?”
“That’s your business, not mine. I’ll handle my own.” Charlotte pulled up the suitcase handle and looked at him again.“Thanks for telling me all this, but right now, I’m more clear–headed than
ever.”
She walked into the elevator with her suitcase.
Cynthia was waiting in front of the car, and when she saw Charlotteing out, she went up to help her with the luggage.
Charlotte didn’t say anything, she just opened the door and got into the car.
Upstairs, Nigel stood on the balcony, watching the car leave the neighborhood.
The phone in his pocket vibrated, he picked it up, it was Reynald’s call…
Here, Charlotte followed Cynthia to the hotel–style suite on the top floor of Brocade Retreat.
The price for one night in a suite is 100,000 dors. Old wealthy people in the elite circle, high–ranking officials, or celebrities in the entertainment industry take care of their bodies in this <i>way</i>, including during confinement.
It was just like a resort hotel.
Six bedrooms, six bathrooms, four living rooms, with an additional independent panoramic balcony, study, and a reception room.
After Cynthia had Charlotte set up fingerprint verification on the password, she said, “During your stay, your fingerprints are all valid.”
She nodded and went into the room.
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<b>In </b>the luxurious living room, a few caregivers were cleaning.
Saw Cynthia, also called her “Cynthia“.
“This is Mrs. Hamilton<b>, </b>also Charlie’s <b>sister</b>.”
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An elderly caregiver put down what she was doing, wiped her hands, and said, “Mrs. Hamilton, I’m the <b>caregiver </b>in <b>charge </b>of Charlie. I’ll take you to <b>see </b>him.”
Charlotte nodded.
She followed the caregiver into Charlie’s room.
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Charlie’s room was spacious, one of the master bedrooms, with advanced medical equipment on the bedside table, constantly monitoring his vital signs.
The caregiver pressed a switch, and the curtains <i>slowly </i>opened. It was a French window, and outside was a view of Swan Lake in the park.
“Mrs. Hamilton, Mr. Hamilton specially chose the bedroom for Mr. Sutton. It has great lighting and a view of the park. Mr. Hamilton also said, ‘The hustle and bustle of the park might wake me up one day.“”
Charlotte walked to the bedside, Charlie’s hair was shaved off, he looked thinner, but because someone had been massaging his body all the time, his muscles were not too weak.
“Mr. Hamilton,” the caregiver saw the maning in from outside, nodded slightly, and then left.
Charlotte never looked at him from start to finish, “Where is my bedroom?”
Jaxson walked
e out for you next door.”
up to her, speaking gently, “I’ve picked one out
She turned around and walked out.
Jaxson pursed his lips and smiled, keeping up with her.
The next bedroom was a medium–sized room with its own bathroom and <i>walk</i>–in closet.
And everything here is fully automated.
No wonder it was expensive.
“The luggage is here, I’m off to work.” Charlotte turned to leave, Jaxson grabbed her hand, “I’ll walk
you there.”
She pulled her hand out, “Whatever.”
Jaxson looked at the temperature slipping away from his palm, his thin lips tightly pursed.
Charlotte went downstairs, but didn’t leave right away.
Jaxson drove the <b>car </b><b>over </b>himself, saw that she was really waiting for him, and the gloom between his eyebrows gradually cleared.
Just as he parked <b>the </b><b>car</b>, Charlotte suddenly walked towards another car.