Chapter 105- Don’t hurt her
Charles’s blood-dripping left hand contrasted starkly with the crimson carpet, creating an almost seductive image. As Philip called out to him, Charles turned around slowly, eyes dim with sorrow. But the moment he saw August walking toward him at the doorway, something stirred deep inside—a strange blend of familial guilt and unspoken affection. In that brief glance, no words were needed. The connection was there, in their blood, in their shared pain. The person they had both spent their lives hating... was actually the one closest to them.
"What’s this? No tearful reunion scene between long-lost brothers in front of me? What a shame. Norman’s not here to see it!" Derrick’s mocking voice slithered through the air like venom.
Charles and August—one turned his head, the other looked up. And in the next moment, their gazes locked on Derrick. The same hatred burned in both pairs of eyes.
It was a silent agreement, an unspoken bond only brothers could share.
They had hated the wrong person all along.
Charles stood frozen, torn between past and present. The man who raised him for twenty-eight years... was actually his father’s murderer? The revelation shattered him. Just moments ago, he had nearly killed his own brother. All along, he had been nothing more than Derrick’s puppet. Every step, every decision—an orchestrated mistake.
"Charles, you’re bleeding. Can we please go to the hospital?" Janet’s voice was trembling. The raw intensity in the room made her dizzy. She rushed to grab his wounded arm, the sleeve soaked with blood—yet he seemed completely unaware.
He had lost so much blood.
Janet could only see him. Just him. Everything and everyone else ceased to matter.
"Charles, say something! Let’s go to the hospital!" She clutched his freezing hand—hands that once brought her warmth and excitement, now cold and lifeless. Her heart chilled with it. She pressed herself closer, trying to share her warmth.
But in the next second—he shoved her away.