Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte) novel Chapter 461

"Why do I feel that you're unhappy? It's okay, I can find someone else to take care of him. However, you know Shane's situation is not looking good now. Gee, why did this happen?" Avery said as he raised his teacup for another sip, as if it was a glass of wine.

"No, it's just that I don't know how to face him, or perhaps I'm worried that it's the opposite." Charlotte's gaze lowered to the teacup in her hand, the beverage inside undulated gently, similar to ripples across the surface of a lake.

"I think the only thing you need to worry about is how to keep him safe. Although the Fuller family are in the ICll, they are not to be underestimated. Everyone is looking for Shane and Christopher. Now that Christopher is in prison, Shane is the only one left."

Charlotte fell silent.

"I'm not doubting your choice. We are all friends. I don't want any of you to regret it."

"No matter what I do, I won't regret it. Even if I feel like I owe you, I will just make it up to you. You don't have to worry about me." Charlotte paused and said, "Let's not talk about this. Well eat first, then we will go to the hospital."

"All right."

The meal continued on in silence. Avery knew that Charlotte was still conflicted, but his goal had already been achieved. No matter how Charlotte felt, eventually she would still take care of Shane. By the time his plan succeeded, there was a high chance that Charlotte would not be able to leave. All he needed to do was to say a few suggestive words, and both of them would definitely kiss and make up.

Alas, it's tiring to be a matchmaker.

They were finished with their meal in no time. Avery drove Charlotte to the hospital and parked the car downstairs. He led her to the elevator and pushed the button for the 17th floor. He looked up and observed, "This is just a metal box, yet it's capable of being hoisted up a dozen floors in just a minute. I wonder if anyone from several hundred years ago would have thought that there would be such a day."

"Just like how we can't understand science and technological advancements in the future, at that time, they definitely couldn't understand our current technology either." As soon as Charlotte uttered the last word, the door slid open.

"That's true," Avery answered with a smile. "This floor is full of our people. The patients in other wards are all high-ranking businessmen. They're one of us. Don't worry."

"There are so many people in the hospital?" Charlotte was surprised.

"Did you think Christopher was the only one capable of doing this? Here, I saw a 17-year-old whose eyes were gouged out by their brother. I have seen too many of these people, hence I'm not surprised at what Shane and Christopher did anymore."

Charlotte answered.

Avery ushered her into the ward. When the door was pushed open, Charlotte saw Shane lying on the hospital bed. He looked pale and had dark circles under his eyes. It was hard to tell if he was sleeping or resting with his eyes closed. There was an IV catheter inserted in his left hand, attached to a bag hanging above his head administering fluids to his body.

His bones looked more prominent, his veins were more visible in his skin. He had lost weight.

For a tall man like Shane, it was noticeable even if he had lost only a few kilograms. He was already lean to begin with.

Looking at him, Charlotte's heart twisted.

"He seems to be asleep. Well, let me give you some instructions. This medicine needs to be changed every three hours. I'll leave it to you, then. I'll go back and pack my luggage."

"Alright." Charlotte glanced at the IV bag and noticed that the fluids were almost drained. She replaced it with a new IV bag.

Avery looked at her and let out a sigh of relief. He then quietly pushed the door open and left.

Charlotte kept an eye on Shane for a while and went downstairs to get food. Avery gave her a list of food and necessities that Shane required for the duration of his stay.

She ran into Nathan downstairs. He stood out like a sore thumb in the ER waiting room's crowd with his head and arm covered in blood.

Charlotte immediately walked over to him. "Are you Freddie's father, Nathan Nonsen? What happened to you? Are you alright? Why are you bleeding so much?"

"It's fine." Fortunately, Nathan was still alert and responsive. "Can you help-"