A Quiet Room, A Restless Heart
At this moment, Julian D'Aurelius was also taken to the hospital.
The emergency lights reflected off polished floors, the sterile scent of disinfectant lingering thick in the air. Nurses passed by in hurried steps, doctors exchanged quiet instructions—but all of it slowed, just a little, when they saw the scene at the entrance.
Amidst the astonished gazes of everyone in the hospital…
Julian was carried into the ward by Charlotte Bonds in a princess carry for examination.
Her long azure hair swayed slightly with each step, her expression tight, focused—completely ignoring the stares around her.
A nurse blinked twice, whispering to another, "Did she just… carry him like that?"
"Is that her boyfriend?"
"I don't think so… but look at her face…"
Maybe Charlotte wasn't listening. Or perhaps she heard just fine but chose to ignore it.
