“All ready?” Anthony glanced at Hans.
“Yes, Anthony. Everything’s set.” Hans nodded, his tone respectful. “The car’s waiting out front. We can leave whenever you’re ready.”
Anthony nodded again, then turned his gaze to Charlotte, his eyes softening. “Let’s go.”
Charlotte gave a small shrug and tugged her baseball cap lower, her delicate face unreadable. “Sure. Let’s get this over with.”
Honestly, she’d had enough of this place. As for the Hawk family… as long as Allanson was still breathing, she could keep taking it easy. The thought left her with mixed feelings. Part of her hoped he’d stick around for decades, just so she wouldn’t have to deal with any of their mess.
They started heading outside. Nora and Franco slipped into the same car.
Charlotte was about to climb into her own when Adonis called out, “Charlotte, Newell’s here.”
She paused and looked back. Newell stood there, not moving, dressed in a gray trench coat over a wool sweater, a faint smile on his lips as he watched her.
She’d already told him yesterday that they’d be leaving today. He’d just finished his antidote treatment and still needed to recover. She’d said he didn’t need to see them off.
“Go ahead, I’ll wait here for you,” Anthony said softly, letting go of her hand and looking toward Newell.
“Okay.” Charlotte nodded, handed Anthony her cap, and walked over to Newell.
“What’s up?” she asked, chin lifted, her presence strong and striking.
He smirked. “What, I came all this way to say goodbye, and you’re not even happy to see me?”
She almost snapped back, but then remembered he was still recovering. Fine. She’d let it go for now. There’d be plenty of chances to mess with him once he was back on his feet.
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