Chapter 444: Guilt

In the hospital.

The sky was gradually darkening, a slightly sultry wind blowing in through the half-open window, causing ripples in the thin curtain.

Charlotte Thompson stood up, she softly stepped forward, looking down at the man quietly lying on the bed.

Although his wound had been treated, he had been unconscious for nearly six hours due to excessive blood loss.

She sighed, tucked him in with a lightness, as if she was afraid of disturbing Henry Hudson.

Henry's face was pale, and his raised brows knotted tightly. His lips were pursed into a line, eyelashes casting a shadow beneath his eyes, but they could not obscure the dark circles underneath.

He seemed to have not rested well for several days.

Guilt gradually rose in Charlotte's heart. When Evelyn Curtis had come charging at them, she had watched Henry step in front of her, she could clearly hear the sound of the dagger piercing flesh.