Chapter 935 Violet Falls Ill
Seeing Hannah's face, Stella knew she wasn't buying it. Stella got even more jittery, couldn't eat a bite, and the yummy food in front of her might as well have been cardboard.
Stella blurted out, "Hannah, chill! Don't go all Sherlock on me. Let's just wait for Charles to get back, okay?"
She had no idea Hannah could be this spot-on with her guesses.
Hannah's mood tanked, and she dropped her fork, standing up. "I'm out. Not hungry. Heading back to the dorm."
Without another glance, she made a beeline for the door.
Stella looked at the spread she had picked out so carefully, gulped, and after a quick second, ditched the food to chase after Hannah. "Hannah, slow down! Wait up!"
She had to stick close to Hannah right now.
What if Hannah did something crazy?
Hannah and Charles had been through hell and back to be together; they couldn't handle more drama.
Hannah didn't want to talk. Her chest felt tight, and she was holding back a breath, feeling super uncomfortable.
Meanwhile...
Ever since Hannah and Stella left, Charles couldn't stop thinking about Hannah, feeling all kinds of restless.
Carter noticed and shot a quick look at Lassie holding Violet's hand behind them. He lowered his voice, full of apology, "Charles, I'm sorry! I tried to stop her, but she bought a ticket and came here on her own. I'm really sorry for the mess with you and Hannah."
Charles shook his head. "You shouldn't have kept this from me! A few days ago, my mom called, and she sounded off. I knew she was hiding something!"
Little did he know, it was about Violet.
Carter hung his head, feeling ashamed. "You and Hannah have been through so much. The drama between the three of you will only cause pain. It's better to keep Violet hidden. And..."
Carter paused.
Charles knew there was more. "Spit it out! Violet's already here; no point in secrets."
Carter said, "And, she doesn't remember much."
Charles stopped in his tracks, then, realizing he was overreacting, kept walking. "She doesn't remember much?"
Did she have amnesia?
Carter nodded, about to explain when Violet suddenly let go of Lassie's hand and ran over, linking her arm with Charles's, smiling. "What are you guys talking about?"
Carter swallowed his words.
Charles gently pulled his arm away, putting some space between them, and shook his head. "Nothing, just talking with your dad about where to eat."
He hadn't seen Violet in seven years.
He thought he'd be thrilled to see her again. But all he felt was a sense of unfamiliarity.
He even felt a bit grossed out by her touch.
With his hand free, Violet didn't get mad; she just smiled. "You remember what I like to eat, right?"
Carter chimed in, "I know you love sweets! Charles and I already picked a spot; there's a great place across from D University."
Violet got all excited. "Let's go! I'm drooling just thinking about it."
Charles tried to keep it cool and nodded. "I've already got us a table; let's head over."
"Awesome!" Violet beamed, grinning like a kid.
D University was huge.
If you walked, it’d take forever to get out.
Charles got them on the campus shuttle, and they were at the gate in no time.
He led them across the street to the restaurant Carter mentioned and snagged a private room on the second floor.
Violet naturally plopped down next to Charles.
Carter blushed, trying to get her to sit with Lassie, but she wasn’t having it.
He had no choice but to let her stay next to Charles, giving him an apologetic look.
Charles just gave a faint smile back.
Once they were seated, Violet seemed to remember something and looked at Charles with concern. "Charles, I heard you had a car accident a while back and did rehab for a long time. I saw you walking just now, and you seem fine."
Charles nodded. "Yeah, I did rehab for a few months. I'm much better now. As long as I don't walk for too long, it doesn't hurt much."
Violet pouted, lowering her head. "I wish I had come back earlier, so I could've been with you every day during rehab!"
"It's okay!" After a pause, he asked, "When did you come back? How did you get back? Where have you been all these years? Why couldn't we find you?"
"Charles..."
"Don't..."
Carter and Lassie tried to stop him, but it was too late.
They looked at Violet anxiously, worried something might happen.
Charles, not getting the situation, was super puzzled.
Mentioning this, Violet tilted her head, thinking hard.
As she thought, a sudden sharp pain hit her temples. She held her head in pain, banging her forehead on the table, making a sound. "My head hurts."
Charles was startled, immediately holding her head. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"
Violet seemed to go nuts, completely out of control, struggling non-stop and trying to shake off Charles while shouting, "My head hurts."
Charles almost lost his grip, nearly letting her break free.
Carter quickly said, "Charles, hold her tight. Don't let her keep hitting the table, or she'll get hurt!"
Charles, totally confused about what was happening, just nodded and followed Carter's instructions. He held her head tightly, not letting her break free, no matter how much she struggled.
Sure enough, Violet was having an episode.
Lassie and Carter immediately got up from their seats.
Lassie took out a white bottle from her bag, poured out three white pills, and directly put them into Violet's mouth, then took out a bottle of mineral water from her bag to help her swallow the pills.
Her actions were smooth and without hesitation, like she had done it a million times.
The medicine took some time to kick in, and her head still hurt badly. Unable to hit the table, Violet started hitting her temples with her fists. "Mom, Charles, my head hurts. Please help me. It hurts so much."
Lassie felt heartbroken and held her head in her arms, soothingly patting her back. "It'll be okay soon. The medicine will work soon."
If Charles couldn't see the problem now, he’d be truly clueless.
He looked at Carter in shock, wanting to ask what was happening and why this was happening.
And he had a ton of other questions. 'How did they find Violet? Did they do a DNA test? What exactly happened all these years?'
Even though she looked exactly like Violet, he still felt something was off, but couldn't pinpoint what exactly.
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