Charles's current state was truly pathetic. He slightly pursed his lips, feeling a bit lost. Subconsciously, he lowered his eyes, concealing his emotions.
"Are you okay?" Eleanor noticed his confusion and couldn't help but ask. She looked at her younger brother gently, worry flashing in her eyes.
Charles tugged at the corner of his mouth, revealing a forced shallow smile. He didn’t want Eleanor to worry too much. "I'm fine, sister," he said calmly, as if nothing had happened. In front of his closest sister, he appeared exceptionally composed. But Eleanor knew he was pretending.
"Charles, tell your sister what exactly happened," she sighed, asking in a gentle tone. Understanding the truth and finding ways to help her brother was the most critical thing right now.
Hearing this, Charles's eyes dimmed slightly. His thin lips clenched into a straight line, his gaze entangled and gloomy. For a moment, he didn’t say a word. The silence between them grew.