Chapter 156 When He Came to Her Side in Her Vulnerable Moment
Charlotte pulled away from him.
"I have no right to be angry, nor do I need to be," she said coldly.
"But you are angry!" Frederick pulled her back into his arms.
In the early morning, his passion was intense. His lips pressed against her neck, gently nibbling, hinting at a desire that was hard to resist.
Charlotte couldn't take it anymore. "Frederick, don't you need to go to the hospital?"
"I'll leave after I make you happy," he coaxed.
Charlotte was furious.
She kicked him, but he trapped her legs with his, pressing her against the table, making her feel embarrassed.
Frederick restrained her and asked slowly, "Have you missed me?"
His words had a mature charm that was hard to ignore.
Charlotte let him do as he pleased but didn't respond to his touch.
"No, I haven't!" she said coldly.
Frederick didn't believe her.
He remembered how passionate she used to be and sought confirmation in her body, only to find she was telling the truth.
She hadn't missed him at all.
Frederick felt defeated.
Charlotte was indifferent to him now.
He didn't say anything, just held her tighter and kissed her. "Charlotte, let me stay with you."
Charlotte pushed him away.
"No need! Frederick, we ended a long time ago. This is inappropriate, and I don't want to be your outlet," she said, even colder.
Frederick straightened up, adjusted his clothes, and frowned.
Charlotte turned her back to him and continued cooking breakfast. "I am not making breakfast for you. Leave the key when you go."
Frederick wanted to say something, but his phone rang. It was Elijah calling again.
He didn't want to answer in front of Charlotte, so he walked out with his phone.
The door closed softly.
Charlotte sighed. Her life felt chaotic again because of Frederick.
Then the doorbell rang.
Charlotte thought it was Frederick and didn't open the door.
Lily called out for a while before Charlotte snapped out of it and hurried to open the door.
Lily looked upset. "I saw Frederick downstairs, Charlotte. Are you back together with him?"
Charlotte gave a bitter smile. "No, we didn't get back together. But I broke up with Nicholas."
Lily was stunned and felt guilty. "Charlotte, did I drag you down?"
Charlotte gently pinched Lily's cheek. "Do you think you're that powerful? It has nothing to do with you; we just weren't suitable."
Lily let out an "oh."
She leaned in close to Charlotte and teased, "Charlotte, be honest. Did you sleep with Frederick last night? I saw him smoking downstairs. Is it a post-coital cigarette?"
Charlotte couldn't stand her teasing.
Her face turned red. "No! I was drunk!"
She suddenly remembered Frederick was going to the hospital later to donate blood to his first love, which made her uncomfortable.
First love, blood type match, non-marriage doctrine—these words made it clear Frederick wasn't the one for her.
Charlotte finished her breakfast and was about to go to the music studio when her phone rang.
It was Maria, sounding very anxious.
"Charlotte, come to the hospital quickly. Your dad felt dizzy this morning and fainted during his exercise. The doctor says it's a cardiovascular issue. Come quickly, we're at Hamilton Hospital."
Charlotte rushed downstairs, got in her car, and drove off.
"Maria, don't worry, I'm on my way," she reassured.
Half an hour later, she arrived at the hospital.
William was still unconscious.
Doctors were gathered around his bed, discussing the surgery plan. Maria sat by his side, holding his hand and crying.
Charlotte felt a heavy weight in her heart.
When Maria saw her, she seemed relieved.
"Charlotte!" Maria cried.
Charlotte gently patted her shoulder, then looked at her father lying there, her throat tight with emotion.
In the past six months, her dad had been through so much.
Maria, teary-eyed, said, "Charlotte, these are the top doctors here. Talk to them about your father's condition."
Charlotte nodded.
She spoke to the doctors politely but with a hint of fear.
"Mr. Russell's condition isn't very optimistic. The success rate of the surgery is only fifty percent. There's hope, but it's risky. This type of surgery isn't very advanced here, unless..."
Charlotte felt a bit dazed.
Maria kept crying, almost begging the doctors to save William.
The doctors, seeing their desperation, felt sympathetic.
Just then, the door opened, and Frederick walked in, followed by Cherie.
Frederick looked pale, probably from donating blood.
Cherie spoke first, "Miss Russell, I saw you earlier and thought you were with Mr. Hawkins. Turns out Mr. Russell is unwell."
She quickly handed a business card to the attending doctor, saying, "Mr. Russell is a close friend of Mr. Hawkins."
The doctors knew Frederick well.
Frederick was not only a top lawyer but also part of the powerful Hawkins Group.
Many people wanted to curry favor with him but couldn't!
Cherie smiled. "The circumstances here are good, but it might not be suitable for recovery. How about we move to a VIP room? As for the surgery, Mr. Hawkins has connections and can bring in top experts from home and abroad, but we need your cooperation."
Her words were very polite.
With Frederick's influence, the hospital immediately complied.
Frederick hadn't even spoken yet.
Maria stopped crying.
The hospital had just said the VIP rooms were full, but now one was available? And Cherie said they could bring in experts for William's surgery?
Was this a dream?
Maria looked at Frederick as if he were a savior. She quietly tugged on Charlotte's sleeve, hinting she should express her gratitude.
Charlotte felt uncomfortable.
Last night and this morning, she had just rejected Frederick's advances, but now she was accepting his help.
Their relationship would undoubtedly be complicated.
Charlotte regretted it a bit. If she had known, she might have let him have his way in the morning. That way, they would be even, and she wouldn't feel guilty about owing him.
Frederick saw through her thoughts.
He glanced at her and said coldly, "Charlotte, is that what you think of me?"
He wanted to start over with her and pursue her.
Did she think all he wanted was to sleep with her?
Charlotte, scolded by him, lost the courage to retort.
She couldn't afford to be willful now.
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