It was already the third day, and there was still no call or sound from Vivian.
The silence was starting to eat away at Charlotte's patience.
She hadn't moved from her spot outside the room all this time.
Three days had passed, and she stayed there without rest.
Her eyes had dark circles, her clothes were a little messy, and she looked tired, yet she didn't care.
Every few minutes, she would get up and pace back and forth with a worried look on her face.
Her heart felt heavy, and her chest tightened each time she thought about what might be happening inside.
"Haa…" she let out another long sigh, her eyes fixed on the closed door.
How many times had she thought of going in?
But she stopped herself each time.
She knew that if she entered and something went wrong, if the toxins inside harmed her, Vivian would drop everything to save her.
That could ruin all his efforts, maybe even endanger his life.
