The room was lit only by a dim bedside lamp; the surrounding darkness struggled with the weak light, constantly encroaching.
Charlotte Lane sat on the edge of the bed, staring at something on the computer. She looked cold and numb.
After a long time, her fingertips moved to close the page on the computer, then opened the appointment registration page for the First Hospital.
She booked an appointment for tomorrow morning and turned off the computer.
Charlotte lay in bed, closing her eyes.
If it wasn't her, the person who made Sophie Ortiz hide outside for three days without coming home, continuously going in and out of the hospital, crying red-eyed, and still having this kind of problem would be Olivia Lane.
But her mother had checked so many herbal ingredients.
So there was a more than ninety percent chance that the person was herself.
Only she was taking herbal medicine at home.
Long ago, Sophie had asked her what she drank every morning.
