Charlotte Green put down her phone and paced restlessly in the room.
Finally, she dressed appropriately and went downstairs.
It was just after eight when Wester Welson saw her and asked in surprise, "Going out this late?"
"Yeah, something's come up, take care of the store, please," Charlotte replied distractedly and hurried off.
Wester frowned, instructed the clerk briefly, then shed his work clothes, grabbed his coat, and followed her out.
Charlotte, still carrying takeaway, arrived at the place that held unpleasant memories, found the room according to what Jay Green had told her on the phone, and rang the doorbell.
The door opened quickly.
Jay Green, looking unkempt and downcast, had not seen her for more than two months. He snatched the takeaway from her hands, and there was a moment of surprise when his gaze unintentionally swept over her belly. Muttering to himself as he turned away, "This bastard child sure has a strong will to live; can't believe it survived."
