Roger stood there for a long moment after the call ended, not moving an inch.
Kenneth finally managed to push down his anger and turned to him, his voice low and steady. “Don’t worry. Lottie has Anthony. With him in her corner, she’ll be okay.”
Roger ran a hand over his face, his brows drawn tight, his expression growing colder by the second. “What I’m worried about now… The Blair family must know what’s going on. I can’t help but wonder if they’ll change the way they see Lottie.”
Kenneth didn’t answer, just let the silence settle between them.
Meanwhile, Charlotte’s phone buzzed again before she could even set it down. She saw Patricia’s name flash on the screen. Her lashes trembled. She hesitated for a few seconds, her chest hollow, then swiped to answer.
“Grandma.” Her voice was gentle, but the roughness in it was hard to hide.
“Lottie…” Patricia’s voice was frantic on the other end. “I saw the news online.”
Charlotte’s fingers tightened around the phone. Her feelings were tangled, messy, all mixed up inside.
“Lottie, don’t be scared.” Patricia’s words came through loud and clear. “Sweetheart, it’s going to be alright. I know you. I know there’s no way you could have done any of that.”
Charlotte hadn’t said a thing yet, but her grandmother already trusted her completely. No questions asked.
A small, relieved smile touched Charlotte’s lips, softening the pallor of her cheeks. For a moment, it was like warmth seeped into her, melting away the cold that had settled in her bones.
“Grandma, I’m fine. I’m sorry I made you worry.”
“Lottie, just stay home for the next couple of days. I’ll find someone to take care of everything.”



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