Hearing this, Charlotte's red lips curved upward. "Anthony, are you making a wish to the magic lamp?" she drawled.
Anthony's expression shifted slightly, his fragile, fatherly heart taking another heavy hit.
Just then.
A sudden ringtone shattered the awkward silence in the room.
Seeing it was Stella, Anthony answered the call and brought the phone to his wife's ear.
Annoyance aside, pampering his wife was always his top priority.
"Good afternoon, Stella."
Charlotte's voice carried a warm smile as she spoke.
"Charlotte." Hearing her voice immediately put Stella's mind at ease.
They caught up for a long while before Stella finally shifted the topic to her medical condition.
"Charlotte, I think my illness is relapsing," Stella said softly. "But it's weird. I don't feel as depressed as I used to, it's just..."
"Just what?"
At the word 'relapsing,' Charlotte immediately sat up straight, her expression turning serious. "What's going on? Take your time, just tell me."
"I..."
Stella pressed her lips together, unsure of how to describe her symptoms. "I'm having hallucinations. I keep seeing Roger," she murmured.
Charlotte stiffened, the corner of her mouth twitching uncontrollably.
What kind of hallucination was that?
If Roger was going to secretly accompany her, he could at least do a better job of hiding.
"Charlotte," Stella continued, her anxiety growing with every word. "I'm really scared."
"Don't be scared."
Charlotte snapped back to reality and hurried to comfort her. "When you were discharged, all your test results were perfectly normal. The chances of a relapse are extremely low.
You're probably just exhausted and mentally drained lately.
Tell you what, I'll have someone send over some medication to help you relax and sleep. Take it, and I promise you'll feel better."
"Really?"
Stella bit her lip, asking hesitantly, "You aren't lying to me, Charlotte?"
"Of course not."
Charlotte's tone was incredibly firm. "Trust me."

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