Chapter 795

Clearly, Charlie was tired from the tantrum he threw. Afraid that he would flare up once more, Meredith stayed by his side. It was until midnight when she finally saw Charlie fall asleep. She finally let out a sigh of relief. The next day, when Charlie woke up, he no longer threw a fit. He merely silently looked at the ceiling. Meredith could see that he was defeated by his crippled legs, but this situation was not any better than throwing a fit. After all, at least if he was throwing a fit, he could release his emotions. Meredith served him the breakfast she prepared. She said gently, "Charlie, you must be starving. Let's have breakfast." Charlie ignored her. He merely looked at the ceiling with a hollow gaze. "Charlie, I haven't had my breakfast either," Meredith said with a smile, "I remember what you said before, that you'll have breakfast with me every day. Are you planning on reneging your promise so quickly?" Charlie's eyes finally moved a little, but they still did not