Inside a hospital in Merchant City.
Charles, who had been admitted due to high blood pressure, was leaning against his headboard as he drank a bowl of soup.
Heather sat next to him, staring at him with a concerned look as she fed him his soup. "Father, it's already been a day. How are you feeling now?
"You have to get better soon. Me and Malcolm's wedding is in three days.
"It's alright if you don't feel well enough to attend by that time, but I'm just scared that Malcolm and I will b e so worried that we won't even enjoy the festivities!"
Charles could not help sighing when he heard this. He gently patted Heather's hand and said, "Don't worry, I'll get better soon."
"Okay." Heather sighed as she continued feeding Charles. "That Joshua Lynch is despicable! Not only did he crash into our car, but he even treated you like this..."
She ladled a spoonful of soup and brought it up to his lips. "Do you think he visits Luna every day? Why would we bump into him so coincidentally while we were there to see Luna?
"On top of that, the timing is uncanny; he arrived as soon as we left.
"This might sound like a coincidence, but one can't help but wonder if he and Luna are still in touch and that Luna was the one who invited him there."
Charles narrowed his eyes when he heard this. He scoffed and replied, "You're right. This is too much of a coincidence."
A few days ago, he had sent some of his men to ambush Joshua and attempt to negotiate with him, but the men had waited at Joshua's usual spots for a few days to no avail.
However, Charles had bumped into Joshua on his way back from visiting Luna.
In the past, he did not believe that Luna would still keep in touch with Joshua despite knowing that he was the prime suspect of killing Rosalyn, but at this point, there was no way he could not suspect this anymore!
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