Chapter <b>372 </b>


    Mrs. Jasper Sr. nearly choked on her anger.


    Just then<b>, </b>there was a knock at the door.


    It was mealtime. Most likely the housekeeper hade to deliver bod.


    Lilian smoothed her expression. “Come in.“.


    The housekeeper walked in with a thermal container<b>, </b>set up the tray table, and began unpacking the food. “Ma’am, I made homemade chicken soup–slow–simmered for five hours. Please give it a try…”


    “Take it away! I’m not eating that!” Mrs. Jasper Sr. snapped.


    The words were aimed at the housekeeper, but her furious re was fixed entirely on Lilian.


    Lilian smirked, picked up her purse, and walked out.


    Meanwhile, Scott arrived at the hospital with Tiana to visit Charlotte<b>. </b>


    As they pushed open the door to her room<b>, </b>they found the ce buzzing withughter.


    Lena and Mia had just arrived minutes earlier.


    Mia was yfully holding up a Hermès handbag. “Babe, I flew all the way to Frangelia for this. You can’t even buy it here yet. A designer bag cures everything. Take it, and you’ll be back on your feet in no time.”


    Lena stood nearby, holding a Cartier box. “Lottie, I got you a bracelet.”


    Charlotte smiled. “You girls really didn’t have to. It’s not like it’s a holiday.”


    “We just want you back on your feet so you cane party with us<b>, </b>Mia grinned. “Without you, even the male escorts I book feel boring.”


    At that, Ian’s face darkened. He gave Mia a light tap on the back of her head. “You’re still booking male escorts?”


    <b>“</b>Ow, ow, ow!” Mia rubbed the back of her head and shot him a mock re. “I was joking! Just trying to lighten the mood. Why are you so serious?”


    “And why do your jokes always push my buttons?”


    Charlotteughed softly, then caught sight of Scott and Tiana at the door. Her voice softened. “Hi, Mr. Lucas. Hi Tiana.”


    Scott led Tiana over.


    Tiana held out a bouquet of fresh flowers. “Miss Riley, I hope you get better soon.”


    Charlotte smiled warmly, took the flowers, and gently patted her head. “Thank you<b>, </b>Tiana.”


    “This is <b>for </b>you,” Scott said, holding something out to Charlotte.


    In his palm was a small yellow item–triangr and neatly folded


    It looked like a good luck charm.


    “I picked it up at Sunrise Chapel,” Scott said casually.


    “Sunrise Chapel?” Lena nced at it, looking surprised. “My mom went therest month and got the exact same one.”


    Scott’s lips pressed into <b>a </b>faint line. He didn’t reply.


    Lena raised an eyebrow. “Those aren’t easy to get. My mom said you have to climb a long stairway at night, kneel along the way, and wait in silence at the altar until sunrise. Only then will the priest hand one out.”


    She couldn’t believe Scott would go that far just to get a charm for Charlotte.


    Even as the president of the Sean–and–Charlotte fan club, Lena couldn’t help feeling a little shaken.


    Charlotte heard her words and looked up at Scott.


    He still looked as calm and refined as ever. Behind those gold–rimmed sses, his eyes held an emotion she couldn’t quite read.


    He said he only saw her as a friend.


    If that were true, would he have gone this far?


    Scott didn’t say a word. He simply met Charlotte’s gaze in silence.