Chapter 589: Charles's Sentence

Hannah went to change after breakfast. Removing her housecoat, she was startled when someone barged into the dressing room. Examining herself in the full-length mirror, she felt embarrassed, despite their numerous previous encounters in the nude.

"Which one?" Oscar asked, opening her underwear drawer, where her bras were neatly stacked.

"Black, the one on the far left," Hannah replied, blushing.

Oscar retrieved it. "What outfit are you wearing today?"

She pointed to a Chanel suit. Oscar began to help her dress.

"I can do it myself," Hannah said, embarrassed by his unwavering gaze.

"I know," Oscar replied, nodding. "But I want to help."

Hannah remained silent, suppressing her discomfort at his constant touch. He finally dressed her. As she prepared to leave, breathless, he swept her into his arms. Given his poor health, she didn't resist.

She allowed him to kiss her neck, fearing he wouldn't let her leave otherwise.

"Oscar, stop!" she protested. His unrestrained desire astonished her. She couldn't imagine his behavior without his current physical limitations.

She shifted slightly, eliciting a moan from him. The next moment, he pinned her against the dresser, sending cosmetics and skincare products tumbling to the carpeted floor.

He was dangerous. "Oscar, no!" Hannah cried, clutching her clothing, fearing his surgical wound would reopen. He ignored her, prompting her to mentally label him a pervert.

For nights, he'd suppressed his desires while sleeping with her, but he could restrain himself no longer. She was the only one who drove him to this. He became aroused at the mere sight of her.

His hands reached inside her clothing. Speechless, Hannah regretted not letting Max attend to Oscar instead of speaking for him.

"Let me do it," she said firmly.

He paused. "Don't move!" she compromised, realizing she should help him for his own health. Minimizing his movement would lessen the risk of harming his body.

"Stay still, or I won't help you," she stated.

He complied, seeing her seriousness. She descended from the dresser and knelt. This moment brought him unexpected happiness.

Hannah sat in the car, blushing at the memory of her surrender to Oscar. The recollection of his expression intensified her blush.

"Ma'am?" Jimmy interrupted.

Hannah was lost in thought. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"Here we are," he announced.

Hannah turned, gazing at the courthouse gate. Charles's trial was to begin at 10 AM. Oscar's actions had caused significant delays, forcing her to abandon her plans to go to the company. Today, she would witness Charles's fate, and perhaps finally lay her past animosity to rest.

Stepping from the car, they were immediately surrounded by journalists. Charles Sawyer's case, involving one of Kensbury City's most powerful families and the Collins family, had created a media frenzy.

"Mrs. Wells, what do you think of Oscar Wells being framed by Charles Sawyer?"

"A comment on the two men deeply involved with you?"

"Mrs. Wells, did you know Charles Sawyer was a bad person when you rejected him at the wedding?"

Hannah deflected several questions. "Whether Charles Sawyer is a good person should be determined by the law," she stated.

"How do you feel about his current situation?"

"Nothing," she said bluntly. "I have nothing to do with Charles Sawyer. Whatever happens to him doesn't concern me."

"Then why are you here?"

"I took it as a joke," she responded. The reporter was speechless. "My husband was humiliated and hurt, and Charles Sawyer should face the consequences," she added with a smile.

Hannah signaled to Jimmy, and they left the throng. The courtroom was already bustling as she entered.

She sat and waited. Unlike her anxious wait for Oscar, she felt indifferent, harboring only hatred for Charles.

It was 9:50 AM. Court staff entered. Charles and Loretta were brought to the dock, appearing haggard and diminished from their former glory. Charles was clean-shaven and frustrated; Loretta, devoid of makeup and elegant attire, looked ten years older.

Hannah regarded them impassively until their eyes met. She smiled serenely. Charles, shaken by her composure, couldn't maintain his composure. Despite the time he'd had to contemplate the situation, he couldn't accept his downfall or Hannah's victory.