Charlotte hurried out of the room, only to see Jack and Chad, her two children, standing at the door, raising their hands to knock.
"Mommy, what's wrong with you? Why is your face so red? Are you sick?"
Jack looked at Charlotte's flushed cheeks worriedly, his voice tinged with a touch of urgency.
"If you're sick, we should go to the hospital; we won't attend the banquet. Mommy, you are what's most important." Chad was even more eager as he grabbed Charlotte's hand, ready to lead her outside.
Seeing her children so worried reminded Charlotte of Justin Battleson, and she felt a mix of embarrassment and annoyance.
She quickly steadied herself and calmed the children, clearing her throat before saying, "It's nothing, my darlings; don't worry. Mommy isn't sick; I'm just a little overheated, and that's why my face is red."
"Really?" Chad still looked at Charlotte with some doubt. "But the weather isn't hot anymore."
