“I don’t think so?” replied Lupine in an uncertain voice. She checked her surroundings and noted that Bruce and the others were sitting quite some distance away. They probably didn’t overhear us, thought Lupine. She got closer hurriedly before whispering, “Mr. Lindberg was mainly dealing with issues within the company, so Mr. Nacht is probably innocent in this.”
“I hope that is true,” murmured Charlotte while frowning, “We were only able to leave in one piece thanks to Zachary, and Ben even helped Gordon out. No matter how I see it, I truly owe him a favor.”
“That’s right,” said Lupine while nodding.
“There is no evidence that points to anything as of now, so we shouldn’t put the blame on him. Let’s not talk about this again,” instructed Charlotte, who also reprimanded herself for being overly sensitive and suspicious.
“Understood,” replied Lupine. She was a little worried because she genuinely hoped that Charlotte and Zachary could get back together. If that is impossible, then I wish that they can at least interact peacefully with one another.
Those thoughts were why Lupine prayed that their guesses were wrong and that Zachary was innocent.
“Go rest up,” suggested Charlotte while resting her head on her hand, “We won’t be able to rest once the triplets wake up.”
“I’m fine. You should really take a nap, though,” replied Lupine before she lowered the backrest and helped Charlotte lie down. The former handed the latter a blanket before adding, “Rest well and don’t overthink things.”
Charlotte closed her eyes, but she simply couldn’t sleep. All she could think about was how Danrique could’ve already passed away.
Maybe it was because she was too tired, but she eventually fell asleep, only to be haunted by her nightmares. She dreamed about how Danrique’s yacht exploded and how everything was in a wreck.
That nightmare scared Charlotte awake. Her eyes were filled with horror when they flung open, and her mind kept replaying the scenes from her nightmare. A nerve-wracking ache tore through her heart.
She placed her palm on her heart and kept trying to calm herself down. It’s fine. Danrique is fine. He must be…
Charlotte turned around and saw that everyone else was asleep.
They still had to travel a few more hours in the air, but she couldn’t sleep anymore, so she lay on her side and stared blankly out the window.
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