By the afternoon, Charles and Janet boarded a flight back home.
Their time in Paris—over a month of slow healing and rekindled emotions—had quietly drawn them closer.
Now, reality was waiting.
After last night, Janet no longer hesitated. She had heard the words from his heart.
And now, she was sure of hers—she wanted to stay by his side.
"Try to sleep. I'll wake you when we land," Charles said gently, tucking a light blanket over her and adjusting the sleep mask over her eyes.
He knew she was exhausted. They'd barely slept.
Janet didn't protest. The moment she leaned into the plush seat, she drifted off.
Charles, meanwhile, remained awake, eyes quietly fixed on her sleeping face.
He had already received the message before leaving Paris.
Derrick had delivered an ultimatum: if Charles refused to return Janet to Philip, he would be disowned as a son.
Charles let out a cold, mirthless laugh.
Cold-bloodedness was practically part of his DNA—an inheritance from Derrick himself.
