"Leon Battleson, you really are beyond help."
Oliver Battleson's refusal naturally made the atmosphere tense once again.
Charlotte Thompson only felt the warmth in her fingertips gradually fading away. In the end, Charlotte sighed, naturally drawing Leon Battleson's gaze.
"Leon Battleson, she wouldn't want to see you like this now."
As soon as Charlotte said this, Leon Battleson's eyes showed a hint of confusion.
"What?"
"For you, she was willing to endure everything. Maybe she once lied, but in your presence she was willing to deceive. She loved you, and everything she did was for you."
Charlotte did not explicitly name names in her words, but she knew Leon Battleson definitely understood what she was talking about.
Sure enough, Charlotte clearly felt Leon Battleson's hand, which was gripping her shoulder, ease slightly.
But soon Leon Battleson reacted and retorted, "So what? In the end, she was just a foolish woman who hopelessly got herself killed."
