People at different times feel different emotions.
For Atlas Hallow, spending a night at the police station was merely to prevent any other man from taking Charlotte Miller away.
But for Charlotte Miller, it was extremely cruel.
She didn't want to stay in the interrogation room at the police station even a bit. There was only glaring white light, chillingly cold air, and deathly silence.
So she hated him. She hated this man for being so ruthless, not only for not saving her but also for preventing others from saving her.
He must have known that she couldn't have killed someone.
Charlotte spent the night lost in thought, her stomach started to ache slightly...
She thought it was too cold, so she gently rubbed her hands together to warm them up, then placed them on her cool belly, but it only got colder.
Sweat slowly started to seep from her forehead, drop by drop slipping down her pale face.
