At a certain stage of life, there is always a feeling of extre anger, yet a special sense of helplessness.
Charlotte Miller couldn’t suppress the urge several tis to rush in front of Atlas Hallow and harshly interrogate him about deceiving and hurting her first. How could he have the face to do these things and pretend she wronged him?
How could he have the face to do that?
But whenever she thought of Hailey Hill, it made her feel so nauseous she wanted to vomit. This na really made her sick.
She never expected a man like Atlas Hallow to have a completely blank history, a thought that was unrealistic, but what about his taste in choosing people?
Thinking about how Hailey Hill actually wanted her to surrogate and bear a child for her made Charlotte feel unforgivable.
Leaving other things aside, just the fact that his woman could have such thoughts and do such things and he still condoned it. What if the woman Atlas Hallow married at that ti were not her but soone else?
After enduring ten months of pregnancy and giving birth to a child with great effort, only to have him take the child away to be raised by Hailey Hill was simply against humanity.
From this point, she felt she could no longer accept Atlas Hallow.
Even now, he was driving her into a dead end, not only starting to target Ethan but even freezing her own card.
She could only stay in this room until noon tomorrow, and she had only twenty dollars left on her.
Now she dared not contact Annie Gray, afraid that Atlas Hallow might also harm Annie; what would she do then?
He seed to have already fallen into a state of madness, persecuting anyone who helped her.
How could one survive on twenty dollars? Even if she could get by eating a few buns, where would she stay?
Charlotte hugged her legs and sat on the hotel window sill, looking distantly at the Hallow Clan Tower, hating it so much that she wished she could blow it up with a bomb.
Since she left with Ethan Baird temporarily, she only brought two pieces of clothing, so packing up was easy. She hoped Oliver Baird could co back quickly. She wasn’t too worried about her current situation; her biggest worry was how Ethan was being detained, whether he was suffering or not.
Every second was ticking away, and Charlotte realized that she had indeed grown much stronger than before.
She hadn’t broken down or cried, only finding Atlas Hallow’s actions ridiculous, thinking they would only make her suffer for a few days.
He couldn’t control her for life, could he?
At that mont, Atlas Hallow was not in that office building she longed for from afar.
Spring had arrived, and those large copper fire bowls in the Foster Family courtyard had all been moved away. The warmth of winter was gone, and everything was quietly and beautifully picturesque, just like the figure of Foster sitting there as though he belonged in a painting.
When Atlas Hallow entered, he noticed Foster was no longer wearing his usual long robes.
Previously, at this ti, he would be wearing a silk robe more beautiful than spring in crescent white or sky-after-rain blue, but now he just wore a thin beige knit shirt and gray pants, looking like the most recognizable model from a fashion magazine.
Foster always had an indescribable nobility about him, nurtured from his roots, impossible to erase that innate elegance.
The housekeeper brewed a pot of excellent Pu’er tea for Atlas Hallow, and after serving a few snacks, they wisely left.
"When will you let go? Are you waiting for Oliver Baird to return to the country?" Foster took a sip of tea and spoke slowly, seemingly unconcerned about these matters, just slightly curious.
"Are you afraid of him?" Atlas Hallow let out a cold laugh, his hoarse voice escaping from his thin lips.
"If I’m not afraid of you, why would I be afraid of him? It’s just that since your woman doesn’t want to follow you, what’s the use in forcing her?" Foster said indifferently, quietly calculating the ti in his mind. Cecilia Wilson had already left for three days, saying she would return in five, but by the third day, he was already feeling uneasy.
Actually, on the first day of Cecilia’s departure, he already felt uneasy, but with the Easter Holiday approaching, she said she needed ti to go pay respects to her parents, which was understandable. He couldn’t stop her from going.
Privately, he wanted to accompany her, but didn’t know how to bring it up with her, fearing if he did want to, and she found it difficult to refuse, it would only trouble her.
Five days...
Such a long five days...
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