"It's no use holding me like this, I'm a bit tired now. Let me go upstairs and rest, okay?" Charlotte Miller sighed, never expecting to encounter Atlas Hallow the moment Rogers arrived.
This man could be infuriatingly unreasonable.
What did he want to say?
They were already over, no chance of being together again.
Now, Charlotte felt a little worried about Rogers.
Because she was uncertain about what Atlas wanted to do.
But her bottom line was not to let Rogers get hurt, just like years ago when she hoped the people who were kind to her wouldn't be harmed either.
When Mia was weak and tiny, extracted from her womb, it was Rogers who placed her in the incubator. He kept vigil day and night until Mia was finally taken out of the incubator after forty-five days in the neonatal ward, with Rogers always by her side.
He emerged thinner then, evidently worn down, as if carved with a knife, his eyes bloodshot and almost unable to open.
