At that moment, Charles was alone with Katherine in the backyard of Williams' Mansion.
Katherine was lying on the bed, her face pale and her hand stretched out from under the quilt holding Charles’ hand tightly.
Charles was sitting on the edge of the bed looking confident and at ease.
“Do you feel better?” Charles asked lightly, “Let Elsa come over to take a look.”
“No, I don't. It’s always been like this,” Katherine said, “Elsa said it could not be cured. It’s better when you're here. I have taken medicine, it’s better than bearing the pain.” I am used to the pain. It usually subsides when I take the medicine, but this time it hasn't.
Katherine’s words clearly touched Charles, who was in poor health because she had saved him in spite of the cold in the past.
“I will take care of y
