As Charlotte Lane opened the door, she saw William Lane about to enter.
Their eyes met, and William's eyebrows gently knitted together.
Charlotte was enveloped in an eerie cold aura, her thin lips pressed together, and there was no expression on her face.
Furthermore, she hadn't rested for a long time resulting in an unnatural pallor on her face and a shallow blue color under her eyes.
It added a layer of indifference to her already cold appearance.
"Charlotte," William looked at her and called her name.
Charlotte lowered her gaze, sounding hoarse, "Brother."
William raised his hand to touch her head, "Arthur North should be fine. Whoever encounters him is bound to have bad luck."
Charlotte tried to smile but couldn't quite manage it. Then she asked a trivial question, "When did you arrive?"
"Just now." William was heartbroken to see Charlotte like this, "What are you going to do?"
