On the other end of the line, na felt something was off.


    She cocked her brows and said, "What do you mean? Did someone else wear that bathrobe? Frank, confess honestly, and you''ll get leniency. Resist, and...


    Frank remained unconcerned, barely lifting an eyelid. "What are you going to do if I resist?"


    na smirked. "I''ll return to the country immediately and take my son away."


    Frank didn''t expect na to be so "ruthless".


    Frank set aside his work, bit down on a cigarette, lit it, and took a drag. "Last night, it was Charlotte who


    came."


    na was shocked. "You''re progressing so quickly?"Owned by N?velDrama.Org.


    A bathrobe was involved!


    "Bullshit." Frank cursed with augh and got back to the point. "She was drugged. Most likely, it was Yasmin''s daughter who did it."


    As soon as Charlotte returnedst night, he had someone check the guest list from the party. The entire guest list was full of people from the entertainment industry, and the only person Charlotte knew was Yasmin. Yasmin''s care for Charlotte didn''t seem fake. The only possible culprit left was Christine.


    "Yasmin''s daughter?" na was puzzled. "Does she have a grudge with Charlotte?"


    "Two years ago, the fake recement for Lily was her."


    "What?" na was increasingly astonished. "Isn''t she Yasmin''s daughter? Why would she be involved in


    impersonation...


    "Aren''t I asking you to find out?"


    "Alright." na, now knowing the inside story, dropped the gossip and got back to business. "It''s not so easy to find out about Yasmin. It''s said that only her agent, Joanne, knows everything about her." "Joanne?" Frank furrowed his brow. "Her agent?"


    na nodded. "Yes."


    Frank tapped the ash off his cigarette. Then think of a way."


    "What do you want me to do?" na hesitated for a moment, thenughed in frustration. "You want me to deal with her agent?"


    "Women have more topics to talk about. Isn''t that your specialty?"


    na rolled her eyes. "Fine, I''ll do it. But remember to keep a record of this. There''ll be additional costs."


    "Alright." Frank, unusually generous, said, "I''ll cover your travel expenses as well."


    "Thank you!" After na was pleased, she hesitated for a moment, then cautiously asked, "How''s your emotional controltely? What did the doctor say?"


    Frank''s psychologist was a friend of his, so na didn''t know him too well.


    Hearing this, Frank extinguished his cigarette. "Most of the time, it''s fairly stable."


    As long as Charlotte didn''t provoke him and was as obedient asst night, he could control his emotions:


    well.


    na, probing, asked, "So, did you and Charlotte make any progressst night?"


    "Not really."


    Charlotte had kissed him actively. Did that count?


    Frank squinted his eyes, recalling the momentst night when Charlottey in his arms, softly clinging to his neck and kissing him. Her long hair flowing down, starkly contrasting with her fair, tender skin...


    She was breathing in his arms...


    Just one nce was enough to ignite all his desire.


    But in the end, he let her go...


    He was afraid she would regret it if she woke up.


    He wanted her to be willing, both mentally and physically!


    na cocked her brows and continued, "Did you take the opportunityst night to ask her what she''s been doing for the past two years?"


    "No." Seeing her in so much difort at the time, Frank was too preupied to think about anything else. All his attention was focused on controlling his desires, nearly suffocating himself. na thought for a moment and asked, "Have you ever considered what kind of answer you actually want?"


    "What do you mean?"


    "Do you want to hear that she''s been doing well or poorly?"


    Hearing this question, Frank, leaningzily in his wheelchair, stiffened slightly, his eyes deep in thought.


    He had never really considered what answer he wanted to hear. He only wanted to understand how she viewed him.


    As for whether she was doing well or not...


    It might sound ridiculous, but for over 20 years, he only hoped she lived well and had a happy life. Whether he was the one by her side was no longer important. He just wanted her to be alive. But in the past two years, he hoped she was doing well, but only if he was part of her life,


    If Charlotte didn''t have him by her side, he would bully her, no matter how well or poorly she was doing.


    He couldn''t stand seeing Charlotte with someone else,


    And he didn''t trust her with anyone else.


    She was too naive. She couldn''t be without him.


    After a long pause without a response, na asked, "Frank? Are you listening?"


    "I am." Frank snapped back to reality, tugging at his lips. "I hope she''s doing well, better than me."


    "Got it."


    "Got what?" Frank asked.


    na cocked her brows again. "Guess."


    She just realized that if Frank knew Charlotte had been struggling with depression for the past two years


    and had only recently started to recover, only to be deliberately mistreated and given the cold shoulder by him, he would probably go crazy.