It seemed some knots in the heart could only be untied with another heart.
Lucas knew this very well. Nick was enduring such excruciating pain all for the sake of his wife.
He stood silently by the door for half an hour, watching.
During that time, Nick ignored the doctors' pleas to rest. Even as sweat soaked through his clothes, even as pain shot through him like fire, he didn't stop performing his rehabilitation exercises for a single moment.
Lucas gave a few instructions to the staff nearby, then quietly turned and left.
…
Late at night, inside the Morrison Group building.
Charlotte had just finished overtime. Stepping out of the elevator, she noticed a lone figure sitting in the corner of the reception hall.
By now, almost everyone else had left. There was no one else who could possibly be waiting here.
Her eyes instinctively went to the figure. The back seemed strangely familiar.
She returned to the front desk, where the attendant, half-asleep, was scrolling on his phone.
"Who is that? A visitor at this hour?" Charlotte's voice instantly snapped the attendant awake.
He squinted at the corner. "I'm not sure. He's been here since this afternoon. Said he was looking for Miss Roswell. I told him she's not in, but he hasn't left. If he doesn't leave soon, I'll call security."
Hearing that the visitor was looking for Khloe, Charlotte's curiosity spiked.
She walked closer. As she neared, she realized she wasn't imagining it—she had seen this man before… at the phone store when she helped Christopher buy a phone!
"It's you?" Charlotte's voice was low as she approached his side.

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