Chapter 334 Are You Crazy?
Eugene was buzzing with excitement, but Charles, sitting behind the desk, looked cold and indifferent, like he couldn't care less.
He showed none of Eugene's excitement, as if he had nothing to do with the matter.
Eugene noticed the dark circles under Charles' eyes and the red veins in them. His smile faded, and he frowned. "When's the last time you got some sleep?"
"I don't remember," Charles replied flatly, flipping through the documents in his hand, though his mind was clearly elsewhere.
Lately, he seemed like a regular guy, spending all his time at the office, working even more obsessively than before.
But in reality, he couldn't sleep. Even when he did, he'd wake up abruptly.
He had nightmares, dreaming of Diana calling out to him for help, but he could never reach her.
The scene of Diana's death replayed in his mind over and over, to the point where he couldn't even cry anymore.
His chest felt tight, and Charles had to stop what he was doing to take a couple of deep breaths.
Eugene stepped closer and asked, "Can't sleep? Didn't the doctor give you sleeping pills?"
"I took them, but I threw up," Charles said after a moment of silence.
Eugene's expression changed. He reached out and felt Charles' forehead with the back of his hand, finding it burning hot.
He immediately snapped, "Are you trying to kill yourself? Can't you feel how bad your fever is? Get to the hospital now!"
After Charles got an IV, Eugene's expression finally softened a bit.
He crossed his arms and looked down at Charles, saying, "As a friend, let me give you some advice. Don't waste your energy over a girl. The dead can't come back to life. If you like her type, there are plenty of others out there."
Maybe it was because he was sick, but instead of punching Eugene for his words, Charles seriously retorted, "She wasn't just any woman, and she can't be replaced."
He looked up, his eyes earnest. "You always say you understand love. Is that true or not?"
Eugene was momentarily speechless.
He had always had everything he wanted, being handsome, wealthy, and charming.
He had dated dozens of women and never been hurt by any of them. But Charles was clearly serious about this. How could he advise him?
After a moment, Eugene dryly replied, "I'm just worried about you. You need to take care of yourself."
Charles turned his head away without responding. His gaze was distant, lost in thought. "I can still dream of her, when she was alive."
The feeling of her blood pulsing through her veins, warm and alive, was vivid in his memory.
Eugene pursed his lips and suggested, "Why don't you go see her?"
Since Diana's burial, Charles had never visited her grave. He buried himself in work to numb the pain of losing her.
Sometimes he even thought Diana wasn't really dead, that she was hiding somewhere, angry and avoiding him.
"I don't want to go," he said quietly.
Eugene frowned, sensing something was off, but he relented. "Alright, but take care of yourself. Call me if you need anything."
Charles continued to stare blankly, not responding.
Eugene never expected that his casual words would come true a few days later.
But it wasn't Charles who called him; it was Jacob.
When Eugene rushed to the scene, Nolan was already there, standing at the bedroom door with a grave expression.
He nodded slightly at Eugene. "Mr. Bailey, Mr. Percy hasn't come out for almost three days. He hasn't responded to any messages and hasn't gone to the office."
Eugene pursed his lips, thinking, 'How long is he going to be heartbroken?'
But he kept a serious face. "Do you have the key? Why didn't you just break the door down?"
Jacob held a key but looked anxious. "We have the key, but Mr. Percy's door is specially designed. Only he can unlock it from the inside."
Eugene took the situation seriously and knocked on the door.
"Charles? Open up. What are you doing in there without eating or drinking? The Percy Group is going to fall apart."
There was no response from inside.
After a moment, Eugene said sternly, "Break the door down."
Jacob and Nolan exchanged a look, made a decision, and quickly had a servant remove the door.
As the door opened, a strong smell of tobacco and alcohol hit them.
Even Eugene, who was used to the smell in bars, coughed several times.
The floor was littered with cigarette butts, and the carpet was burned in several places.
Charles was sitting on the bed. Noticing someone had entered, he squinted and asked, "Who let you in?"
His voice was hoarse, like it had been scraped with a knife.
Eugene frowned, kicking away an empty bottle.
Looking at Charles' pale, gaunt face, he said sternly, "Are you crazy? Drinking so much and smoking? You look like a ghost!"
The sound of the bottle shattering was particularly jarring in the bedroom.
Charles suddenly lowered his voice and snapped, "Be quiet. You'll wake her."
He then tucked the blanket on the bed as if someone were lying there.
Eugene swallowed hard, a bad feeling rising in his chest. He asked quietly, "Wake who? Is someone on the bed?"
Charles looked annoyed. "Diana, she's resting. All of you, get out and don't disturb her."
The room fell into a dead silence.
Nolan and Eugene exchanged horrified glances, unable to say a word.
Jacob, pale-faced, cautiously stepped forward. "Mr. Percy, you haven't eaten in a long time. Even if you don't eat, Ms. Spencer needs to eat."
Maybe his words had an effect. Charles seemed to realize something and murmured, "Right, she needs to eat."
He stood up, supporting himself on the bed.
Long-term hunger had made him lose a lot of weight, and he felt dizzy when he stood, taking a while to steady himself.
He kept talking as he lifted the blanket, cradling a bundle of air as if it were a treasure. "Let's go eat."
Seeing his bizarre behavior, the others quickly came to a conclusion.
Before they could stop him, Charles collapsed to the floor.
This period was probably the most frequent Charles had visited the hospital. Due to a stomach bleed, he lay in bed, silent.
Everyone kept quiet about what had happened in the room.
Finally, Eugene said to Nolan, "This can't go on. Contact the best psychologist in Evergreen City. He needs treatment as soon as possible."
Nolan looked worried. "But Mr. Percy might refuse to go."
After all, someone as proud as him wouldn't admit he had a problem.
But surprisingly, on the day of his discharge, Charles, with a cold look in his eyes, turned to Nolan and said, "I need a psychologist."
Nolan was overjoyed and quickly replied, "Alright."
"Before that, I need to visit the cemetery," Charles said, looking away.
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