Charlotte Thompson carefully grasped Justin Battleson's uninjured hand and gently pressed his palm against her cheek.
Then, she softly extended her fingertips, touched Justin's cheek, and slowly moved upward, finally resting on the bandage wrapped around his head.
Charlotte's gaze gradually grew heavier.
"How could the set's props suddenly collapse?"
Wiping the tear stains from the corner of her eyes, Charlotte turned her head back toward Annie Anne.
The more she thought about the incident, the angrier she became.
After all, how could such large props, sitting in a corner, collapse without reason?
"Do you suspect someone did it on purpose?" Hearing Charlotte's words, Annie immediately agreed.
"It's just a guess, but after all, Justin and I are not part of your crew. If there really is a scheme, it wouldn't involve us," Charlotte argued.
She didn't rule out the possibility of an accident, so Charlotte dared not make wild conjectures, but a shadow remained in her heart.
