Edward Kirsten looked at Charlotte Lane's retreating figure, standing alone in the cold wind.
For a moment, his fingers touched his side.
The tears on his fingertips had long dried, but he still felt a post-warmth there.
He sighed softly, touched the slapped face, and murmured, "Edward Kirsten, how can you bear it?"
When Charlotte returned, she entered the living room and bumped into Alice Eugene.
Alice immediately noticed the red mark on her neck, clearly made by a hand grip.
Charlotte ignored her and walked inside. But Alice raised her hand to stop her.
Alice laughed and said, "Oh, what happened here?"
Charlotte raised her eyes to look at her.
Alice saw her reddened eyes, clearly from crying, and her heart was filled with pleasure, "Henry Kirsten has ordered everyone here not to disrespect you. You...surely didn't do this to yourself, did you?"
Charlotte's throat hurt, and she didn't want to talk, just stared at Alice.
