Justin Battleson guarded Charlotte Thompson behind him, his face covered with frost.
Charlotte Thompson turned her head in surprise, not expecting Justin Battleson to actually know the person before her.
Upon seeing Justin Battleson, the middle-aged man's movements stiffened, he clenched his extended palm tighter, and eventually withdrew it to his side.
"I… came to see how she was..." The middle-aged man's throat tightened slightly, and his voice weakened.
But upon hearing these words, a cold smirk overflowed from the corners of Justin Battleson's mouth, "Don't come here to sicken my mother."
Charlotte Thompson looked up and upon seeing the expression on Justin Battleson's face, she couldn't help but be startled.
She had never seen Justin Battleson with such an expression before.
Ice-cold hatred.
Charlotte Thompson then turned her head to look at the middle-aged man in front of her, a speculation emerging from her heart.
Could this man be...
