Charlotte thought about Braden's dimwittedness... She couldn't help but laugh.
"It is indeed better to rely on Sheryl than Mr. Collins."
"Hey, hey, hey, what do you mean by that?" At this time, Braden and Anne came over. He protested unhappily, "Do you think so lowly of me?"
Rick's face was very pale as he tried to pull a smile. "I really can't think of anything else other than you being good to Anne."
"Wow, what you said really hurt me. Shane, do you think my image is that bad?"
"I've seen you being worse," Shane said calmly.
What he said wasn't funny but it was how Shane delivered it in such a calm manner.
Even Rick could not help but twitch his lips.
His action caused more blood to gush out of his wounds.
Charlotte quickly rushed to his side and took off her clothes to help him cover his wound.
"I'm fine." Rick reached out and gently stroked her cheek. "I'm sorry, I made you worry."
She shook her head. "It's my job to be worried."
Rick smiled and replied, "Okay."
Shane noticed the two of them flirting immediately. His jaw tightened and he pursed his lips but his gaze remained on Charlotte's face.
She was really worried about Rick.
"Brother, this is what you call a blessing in disguise. Look at how worried Lottie was," Anne joked.
"Whose fault was it?" Rick looked at her coldly.
"Well, Braden..." Anne hid behind Braden.
Braden shielded her behind him and put on a silly smile. "If you're mad, you can scold me all you want. It's my fault for not keeping an eye on her."
"You both are exactly the same. I wouldn't remember even if I scolded either one of you." Rick grimaced in pain, beads of sweat formed on his forehead.
Charlotte grabbed his hand and said, "Rick..."
Rick shook his head at her.
The atmosphere was becoming grimmer.
At first, they could still joke around. Now that Rick's situation had turned worse, they didn't even have the mood to talk.
Fortunately, the ambulance arrived very quickly. Rick was brought into the ambulance. Charlotte and Anne got into the car since only two family members were allowed.
Braden stood beside Shane and said, "Shane, if you had come a little later today, he would have died."
"What are you trying to say?"
"If you were crueler, all of Rick's shares and Charlotte's would've belonged to you." Braden turned around and looked at him thoughtfully. "Didn't you always tell me one should be cruel and merciless as a businessman and that you should only seek profit?"
Shane remained silent.
Braden grabbed his shoulders tightly. "I didn't recognise this before. I only thought Charlotte and Sheryl added energy to your life. But now, I see, they didn't add energy but weaknesses."
Shane didn't deny what Braden said.
"In the past, you would rather take the time to read a book than come and save Rick."
After a long silence, Shane finally answered, "Braden, situations change with time."
Tears welled up in Braden's eyes. He was speechless.
"I can understand if Charlotte and Sheryl are your weaknesses. At least you like them. But what about Rick? Why did you save him?"
Braden was right.
He would be the one who profited the most if Blake had killed Rick.
If he didn't save him...
Shane's eyes turned dark. He lowered his head and rubbed his eyebrows.
His thoughts were very simple at the moment he saved Rick. If he dies, Charlotte would be devastated.
Before he could contemplate the outcome, he had already kicked away Blake's blade.
That was all.
At the hospital.
Rick was lying on the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling absent-mindedly.
He arrived at the hospital half an hour ago. He was on the brink of death as he had lost too much blood.
Fortunately, the doctor's were able to save his life. But he had wounded his stomach so he couldn't eat normally for the time being. He was also not allowed to eat anything for the next 24 hours.
"Are you thirsty?" Charlotte walked to his side with some water and said, "The doctor said that I could feed you with some cotton."
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