Charles Anderson walked out of the dark room, wiping his hands with a cloth, and his dark eyes caught a glimpse of a photo on his phone.
"What's the matter? My wife just posted a photo, is there a problem?"
Jack Hugh looked at Charles like a clumsy goose: "Mr. Anderson, I can see from the photo that you're standing. You don't see that?"
The fact that Charles Anderson's legs had recovered was still a secret, something he chose to keep under wraps for now, intending to reveal it only after toppling those people.
And now, a simple photo on his wife's social media left such a glaring loophole, yet he brazenly asked, "What's the matter?"
Charles Anderson didn't use the wheelchair, and Jack, like a fool, pushed the empty wheelchair behind him.
"If my wife is happy, that's all that matters."
"OMG, he's gone mad, truly mad."
As the TV series aired, Rosie Scott's popularity soared, whether it was her acting or her looks, both were top-notch.
The only gripe was that she married young.
