CHAPTER 1512: CHAPTER 1512 SCARS

Finally, the waves of unrest appeared in Charlotte Thompson’s originally calm heart, and her fingertips gradually tightened around the fork without realizing it.

Leon Battleson, who had been observing Charlotte’s reactions, naturally didn’t miss such a subtle gesture.

"Did you know? It was clearly that person’s fault. Why am I the one who has to bear the consequences in the end? Oliver Battleson chose to betray Justin Battleson’s mother, so why does Oliver unleash all his resentment upon me?"

By the end of his speech, Leon Battleson’s emotions seemed somewhat agitated, causing his originally deep voice to rise several notches.

It appeared as though he was recalling some painful memories; a layer of inescapable gloom rose between his otherwise handsome brows, giving his entire demeanor an aura of darkness.

Seeing Leon’s emotions become unstable, Charlotte instinctively pressed her hand onto the napkin covering her legs.

At that moment, Leon took off his suit jacket. His movements were leisurely, but as he unbuttoned the jacket, his gaze was fixed intently on Charlotte.

When Charlotte’s expression changed and she was about to leave directly, Leon slowly rolled up his shirt sleeve.

In the instant Charlotte saw his arm, her pupils narrowed sharply.

His skin was very fair, enviable even to some girls, and the muscle lines under the shirt formed graceful curves. However, on that beautiful arm lay dozens of ghastly scars crisscrossing it.

It was like a priceless painting, destroyed by someone who didn’t understand its value.

Charlotte furrowed her brows deeply, intending to look away, but caught in the corner of her eye the red stain near Leon’s sleeve.

Noticing Charlotte’s gaze, Leon bowed his head slightly, pulling up his sleeve further to reveal a large area of bandaging.

Charlotte squinted her eyes, and it dawned on her at that moment what strange scent had mingled with Leon’s presence earlier.

However, compared to Charlotte’s solemn demeanor, Leon didn’t seem to mind much and curled his lips slightly.

"I only hastily bandaged it when leaving, didn’t expect it to reopen; did it scare you?"

After speaking, Leon dragged his sleeve back down, covering those gut-wrenching scars once more.

Charlotte looked at him without speaking, but thoughts of what Leon mentioned earlier slowly churned within her.

The next moment, Leon opened his mouth, confirming what Charlotte had suspected.

"All these scars were left by Oliver Battleson."

Despite having prepared herself mentally, seeing Leon admit the matter so calmly still caused Charlotte’s gaze to flinch.

Though, Charlotte found it somewhat unbelievable; she had met Oliver Battleson before and felt he wouldn’t be the type of man to do such things.

Besides, hadn’t Oliver always been incredibly doting towards Leon Battleson?

Leon seemed to grasp Charlotte’s thoughts immediately; he pushed aside the plate originally in front of him and curiously nudged the napkin folded into a flower shape beside him.

"Back then, everyone outside knew that Oliver Battleson drove his first wife to her death, and my mother became the mistress condemned by all."