Chapter 35 Name Your Punishment

Charlotte chose a room she liked.

She had received the devastating news that her father had fallen into Bryson and Victor’s trap after her delivery. She’d had to drag her frail body everywhere, like a small boat adrift in a violent storm at sea, unable to find peace. Now, she had successfully put her father’s worries to rest, and her mind was finally at ease.

Charlotte had not expected that the man who saved a lonely, helpless little boat like her would have been a stranger to her just a few days ago.

She fell asleep as soon as her head landed on the pillow.

Then, she had a dream—another dream about Bryson.

In her dream, she and Bryson were in a strange, large room. The room was dark, and there were no lights. Bryson was walking in front of her and would turn around and smile at her from time to time. “Hold onto my hand, Charlotte. Don’t get lost, or I’ll lose you forever.”

Charlotte ran toward him but couldn’t catch up to him at all.

‘Bryson… Bryce!’

She wanted to call out his