When Charlotte saw Louis and Vera in the corridor, she immediately bowed her head and said, "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry." Her voice trembled with guilt. "I'm the reason Haven got sick. It's really my—"
"What are you doing?" Louis interrupted, his voice cold and sharp.
Charlotte froze, taken aback. She had never heard Louis speak in that tone before. She thought he was about to scold her, maybe even yell at her, but to her surprise, he said, "Don't you dare apologize to us." His voice was firm. "You didn't do anything wrong. And Haven… my Haven got hurt because of my bastard nephew."
Louis gritted his teeth, his whole body tense as if he was barely holding back his rage. His fists clenched so tightly that Charlotte wouldn't have been surprised if he punched the hospital wall hard enough to crack it.
"That bastard … How dare he hurt his own family?"
