"I've already got no hope left."
Benjamin Shaw yanked Charlotte Shaw's hand off him, then stood up, staggering as he walked into the bathroom.
"You…"
Bang!
The loud sound of the door slamming cut off the words Charlotte hadn't yet managed to say.
Stinky brat!
She lifted her foot, about to follow her brother into the bathroom to talk some sense into him, but in that instant she caught sight of the phone lying quietly on the bed, and she suddenly stopped.
She put down the foot she'd just raised, turned sideways and bent down to pick up the phone, and as she picked it up, she realized a very serious problem.
She couldn't unlock it at all. She'd been thinking she could dig out some information from the phone, but now all she could do was stare at it in frustration.
While Charlotte was worrying over the phone, Benjamin had already started showering in the bathroom, rinsing off his disheveled state and his bad luck.
