Charlotte Allison turned her head to look at George Allison.
His forehead was already covered in a fine layer of sweat, and his lips were a shade paler than when he had first come over. Given his current health, making an appearance was clearly a struggle.
"Brother, let's go," she said quietly.
"Okay," George Allison indeed was struggling. He slowly stood up, supporting himself on the table. When Charlotte tried to help him, he shook his head slightly, and continued to support himself as he walked toward the backstage.
Charlotte followed by his side, keeping an eye on him.
"Charlotte Allison, go to hell!" Hazel Allison had suddenly rushed over, her face twisted as she brandished a fruit knife and charged at Charlotte.
George Allison reached out nervously to protect Charlotte.
But Charlotte held him back and said, "It's okay."
