Chapter 118- I’ll sleep alone
The plane took off, then finally landed. Janet could feel it—Charles wasn’t indifferent at all. In that familiar city, there were people he hated, and people he cared about. And now, by his side, there was her.
"Husband, we’re home!" Janet’s slender fingers intertwined with his large hand, their lifelines connecting in a way no one could separate. She rested her head lightly on his shoulder, breathing in the scent of his cologne as the plane touched down.
Giles was there to pick them up, as always. Charles sat quietly with his eyes closed in the backseat—not asleep, but deep in thought. Janet caught Giles’ gaze in the rearview mirror and smiled softly.
"Giles, please take us to the hospital first," she said gently.
"Yes, ma’am," Giles replied politely. Though his position in the company outranked Janet’s, he still instinctively called her "ma’am," out of respect for Charles’ wife.
Charles said nothing to Janet’s spontaneous decision—neither agreeing nor objecting. He merely lifted his eyelids briefly before closing them again.
When they arrived at the hospital, Janet placed her cool fingers over his eyes, whispering with a breath like mint, "We’re here. You’re going to have an unexpected surprise."
Inside, Charles finally understood what Janet meant. Philip—who had been confined to a wheelchair for six years—had gotten up.
The doctor explained, "When people face the brink of death, the body can sometimes activate survival instincts, allowing them to do things beyond normal capacity. Philip’s bravery in shielding the bullet before being shot activated this response. Though it nearly cost him his life, it also restored feeling to his legs."