She wanted to say something, but after opening her mouth, she fell silent again.
It was as if Logan Franklin didn't see Charlotte Wilson, he turned over and got off the bed.
He dragged over a wastebasket and began to pick up pieces of broken glass on the floor.
Charlotte stood with her back against the wall, walking along the corner.
She saw Logan crouched on the ground, dabbling with trembling hands to pick up the shattered pieces. Suddenly, a sharp piece of glass cut his hand, and blood started to gush out.
Charlotte quickly stepped forward: "Let me..."
"Go away." Logan was just staring at the ground without looking up at her.
But his voice obviously carried rejection.
Charlotte bit her lip and summoned her courage: "But..." She still wanted to step forward.
"Get out!" Logan lifted his bloody finger, sternly yelling.
Charlotte lowered her head, with a heartbroken look, as she saw him continue to pick up the glass fragments.
