Chapter b385 /b

Monica lunged forward, trying to grab Charlotte.

But Petra stepped in, caught her wrist, and pressed hard on a pressure point.

“Agh!” Monica yelped and stumbled back two steps, her face contorting in pain. She clutched her arm, rubbing it frantically.” What did you do to me? It’s numb–so numb!”

The crowd that had gathered couldn’t help but snicker at the sight

“Get lost,” Petra said coldly, her eyes glinting with warning.

Monica flinched. Something about this woman was terrifying. With just a few quick moves, her entire arm had gone numb.

Just then, the hospital security team arrived.

“Move along, folks. Nothing to see here,” one of the guards called out, dispersing the onlookers.

“Miss Riley, are you alright? Do you need us to call the police?” one of the guards asked respectfully.

They all recognized Charlotte. The head of security had personally shown them her photo the day she was transferred in, telling them she was the boss’s daughter. If Miss Riley needed anything, they were to respond immediately and treat her with the utmost respect.

Monica’s face twisted in shock when she heard the guard address Charlotte as “Miss Riley” and saw how deferential they were,

“This hospital belongs to your family?” she blurted out.

Charlotte gave a tight–lipped smile but didn’t answer. Instead, she turned to the security guard. “No need to call the police. Just escort this woman off the premises.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

As the guards dragged Monica away, she kicked and screamed, “I’m not leaving! Let go of me!”

Only after Monica had been forced out did Jenny snap out of her daze. She turned to Charlotte, wide–eyed. “Charlotte… this is your family’s hospital?”

Charlotte gave a quiet nod.

Jenny wanted to ask about everything they had overheard–Zac Gibson, the bankruptcy–but after ncing at Charlotte’s expression, she decided against it. Some memories were better left untouched.

The next morning, Charlotte stepped out of her room, hoping for a breath of fresh air.

But just as she opened the door, she froze.

Outside her hospital room, a bouquet of Floyd rosesy quietly on the floor, their petals in full bloom.

Charlotte picked them up gently.

There was no card tucked inside. No note. Nothing.

Who left these?

A familiar figure shed across her mind.

Her breath hitched slightly.

Was it him?

Had hee to the hospital?

When?

Cradling the bouquet in her arms, Charlotte stood there in a daze.

Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe the flowers were meant for someone else. Without a card, there was no way to be sure.

Should she ask?

But things between them were so awkward now. If it wasn’t from Sean, asking would only make things worse and make her look toolish.

She made her way to the nurse’s station on her floor, bouquet in hand.

One of the nurses saw her and quickly greeted her with a bright smile. “Good morning, Miss Riley.”

“Morning.” Charlotte returned the smile. “Did you happen to see who left this bouquet at my door?”

The nurse nodded. “A man.”

“A man?” Charlotte raised an eyebrow. “What did he look like?”

The nurse’s eyes sparkled. “He was tall. Really handsome. Honestly, better–looking than most celebrities.”

“Was he wearing sses?”

Only two men came to mind–Sean and Scott. Scott wore sses. Sean didn’t.

The nurse shook her head. “No sses. He was in a ck shirt. Kinda had that cool, distant vibe.”

That confirmed it. It had to be Sean.

But if he hade all the way to her room, why didn’t he knock?

Why didn’t hee in?

“When exactly did hee by?” Charlotte asked.

“Maybe half an hour ago.”

“I see.”

She thanked the nurse and walked back to her room, the bouquet still in hand.

Her VIP suite already had fresh–cut flowers as decoration. Charlotte quietly removed the old, wilting arrangement and reced. it with the Floyd roses.