Please, don't abandon me!

Normally, Charles would gather his children so they could talk about what happened. But here he was, doing a quick run in the mansion's jogging paths out of frustration. 

Haines would join him, if not only Haines didn't feel like running. Hence, he sat on the bench and counted how many laps Charles ran before the latter finally joined him on the bench.

"Feeling much better now?" Haines asked as he handed Charles a piece of a small towel for the man's sweat. 

Charles casually accepted it and wiped it around his neck while pouring a drink down his throat. When his breathing and heart rate stabilized, he cast Haines a glance. 

"Haines, one question," he faced Haines squarely. "Haines, why did you stay?"