Chapter 522

Chapter 522

Byron's voice came through, a touch of hurt evident, "Charlotte, are you mad at me? I was just trying to get back at them for you."

Charlotte shook her head, feeling a pang of sorrow, "My issue isn't with Jasper." The memory of Jasper's gaze haunted her, weighing heavily on her.

She blamed herself, feeling the ache of disappointment. She had always wished the best for Byron, unaware of his transformation.

The once noble Jasper had been tainted by Byron's influence. How would she ever face him again?

"Byron," Charlotte exhaled deeply, addressing him firmly, "Whatever your motive is, be it for the formula or revenge, I won't let you harm those close to me!"

"Charlotte, don't you want to uncover the truth about the lab explosion? Why not ask Jasper? He might have answers for you."

Charlotte was surprised, "What are you suggesting?"

"Let's make a wager, Charlotte."

Listening to Byron, Charlotte's expression darkened with each word. She ended the call abruptly.

After composing herself by the window, Charlotte returned to the hospital room.

Jasper was awake, being tended to by Taylor. He seemed indifferent until Charlotte approached him.

"Jasper."

At her words, he flinched, pulling away as if repulsed, whispering, "I'm tainted, don't touch me."

Charlotte hesitated, sadness evident on her face, "Jasper, I may not understand your conflict with Byron, but I apologize on his behalf."

"The doctor assured that with proper rest, you'll recover without issue."

Jasper felt deeply ashamed.

He turned away, muttering, "Don't need to say a thing. I know exactly what I am… useless."."

Charlotte held back her words, her lips pressed together in silence.

Suddenly, Taylor rose, trembling with emotion, and delivered a resounding slap to Jasper's pallid face.

The sharp sound reverberated in the quiet hospital room.

Jasper turned his head slowly, a bitter smile forming. "Keep going, hit me. I'm just a worthless shell now."

Taylor shook with fury, "You're not my brother. The real Jasper wouldn't talk like this. He's always been resilient."

"I'm not!" Jasper's face, pale and twisted, gave off a hint of malice as he fired back, "I'm feeble, inadequate, a disgrace. I'm the one who deserves to perish."

The siblings clashed, their words cutting deep, leaving Charlotte overwhelmed.

"Stop!" Charlotte's voice tinged with anger, "If you're giving up on yourself, Jasper, then tell me about the lab explosion."

"Byron claimed you already know."

Those words made Jasper freeze.

"If you've given up on everything, why does it matter if I know the truth?" Charlotte's gaze turned icy, reminiscent of Frederick's demeanor.

Jasper sensed Frederick's imposing presence emanating from her.

He bit his lip, choosing silence.

Not wanting to push too far, Charlotte sighed heavily, "Jasper, I won't push. When you're ready to talk, do it. But if I find out on my own, I won't return."

With that, Charlotte exited the hospital.

Outside beneath the starlit sky, Charlotte stood at the entrance for a moment before strong arms wrapped around her. Frederick pulled her into his embrace, grounding her restless thoughts.

She leaned into him and whispered, "Frederick, let's head home. I need you so much."

"Sure thing, let's go."

Frederick escorted her back to their old place.

En route, Charlotte got a message from Taylor: "Charlotte, I'll try talking to Jasper here. Sorry for the trouble today."

Charlotte didn't respond, feeling a weight in her heart.

Once home, Charlotte kissed Frederick passionately, eager to be close to him. Tears welled in her eyes as she kissed him, "Frederick, what if Jasper is involved in the explosion?"

"Then we'll bring him back and get the truth out of him."

Charlotte's eyes held sorrow as she gazed at Frederick, as if trying to memorize his features.

He kissed her again.

Ripping a tear in her clothing, he revealed her smooth skin.

Her ample breasts bore a few marks, enticingly half-covered by his hands.

Frederick's eyes softened as he looked at her flushed face, then firmly grasped her breasts, teasing her pink nipples.

A jolt of electricity shot through Charlotte as his fingers played with her nipples, sending shivers down her body.

"Charlotte, you're ready," Frederick held her wrist above her head, his other hand exploring beneath her skirt.

His fingers easily found her wetness, gently entering her.

Charlotte was already aroused, her body responding to his touch.

"Frederick."

Her heart raced, breath quickening, as his voice, though cold, spoke in a provocative manner.

Suddenly, he released her hand, guiding her to his erect shaft.

Her hand felt the girth and warmth of him.

The sensation made her blush, heart racing.

Frederick sat up, instructing her to kneel on the bed.

He guided her hand to stroke his shaft.

Charlotte, with her curves, knelt before him, her hand moving along his length.

Her face was close to his shaft, the musky scent making her blush.

He then fondled her breasts, teasing her nipples.

Charlotte's body heated under his gaze, moaning softly.

The shaft in her hand grew hotter.

Her body responded, hips moving seductively.

"Frederick."

As she felt the heat and size of his shaft, she struggled to compose herself, biting her lip.

His hands explored her body freely, caressing every curve.