Charlotte burst in, only to find a peaceful scene before her.
Oliver inquired about Ethan's identity.
Charlotte exhaled with relief.
Oliver was only aware that she had a childhood love, had viewed Ethan's photograph, but never encountered him or heard him speak.
She fabricated a story: "He's my new aide, little Mo."
Oliver always believed her words.
As time passed, they grew bolder, even clasping hands and sharing desserts in Oliver's presence, taking advantage of his lack of sight.
Charlotte never imagined he would miraculously recover his vision and witness the betrayal by the woman he adored.
Ethan endured agonizing torment, chuckling bitterly: "We're alike, both responsible for his demise."
Charlotte clenched her jaw.
Her poor judgment and wavering heart led to Oliver's death.
They were both at fault.
Charlotte kept Ethan captive for an extended period before finally killing him, concealing his remains in a remote area.