It seems like she has changed into a different person.
You can’t see her true self anymore; it’s as if she’s wearing heavy armor, protecting herself while keeping others at bay, yet it feels sowhat burdenso.
Charlotte’s transformation didn’t just surprise Amir Hallow; it was equally distressing for Atlas Hallow.
He felt responsible for her becoming like this.
And she must not be living a good life; Rogers didn’t give her enough sense of security or take care of her well, making her like a little hedgehog.
Thinking of this, Atlas got a little excited. Does this an he still has a chance?
The car headed towards the hotel, and Charlotte fell into deep thought. Rogers stopped joking, his expression becoming more serious.
"Charlotte, are you unable to forget your ex-husband?" Rogers gently asked. This girl seed truly pitiable.
"What woman could forget such a man, especially after he did the cruelest things to ..." The mories vividly flashed before her eyes, causing a cold feeling to rise within Charlotte.
When that man was gentle and affectionate, he could lt a woman’s very bones, but when he was ruthless, no amount of pleading could bring forth even a hint of rcy from him.
"If it weren’t for those things, I wouldn’t have lost my first child, nor would I have been so physically weak that Mia couldn’t co into this world healthily. He owed , and I owed my children..." This was an everlasting knot in her heart, tightly entangled, reminding her constantly why she couldn’t forgive.
"Poor girl..." After getting out of the car, Rogers walked up to Charlotte and gently kissed her forehead, "Everything will get better, Mia will get better too, trust ."
"Rogers, thank you." Charlotte felt exhausted. Earlier in Amir’s office, she was so composed and calm, but her nerves were actually pulled taut all the while.
Dealing with Amir demanded not a single lapse in vigilance.
She couldn’t stay for long because she missed Mia too much. She thought she could leave for over ten days, but found that in less than a week, it felt like an eternity had passed.
She imagined Mia softly leaning against her, softly calling out to her, "Mommy..." and the thought made her feel unable to stay even a mont longer.
These two days, she had to organize what needed to be done and then return to the United States.
Charlotte kept thinking about one thing: the shares of the Hallow Clan they were set to acquire this ti. It was going to be a terrifying tug-of-war. She had to be there to command, yet couldn’t stay away from Mia for too long.
Bring Mia back to the U.S.A?
But this would be too dangerous; Atlas would surely find out, it was just a matter of ti.
It’s true she had considered it before, because originally her dad left a will saying he wanted to return to his roots.
At that ti, she had wanted to bring her dad’s ashes back, but unfortunately, her body hadn’t fully recovered after giving birth to Mia, coupled with Mia’s troubleso conditions, so it had been delayed until now.
The ti had co to bring her dad’s ashes back.
But how to hide a child right under Atlas’s nose?
Mia’s physical condition didn’t allow her to go out often, and she’s too well-behaved to fuss about wanting to go out.
In fact, Mia was simply too frail. She had earlier thought about bringing her back to find a good traditional doctor for treatnt, hoping her body might take a turn for the better.
Charlotte is the kind of woman who, once she decides on sothing, just has to do it.
She intended to bring her mommy, Mia, and Luna back.
Those who wanted to return to their roots weren’t just her dad who had perished in a car accident, but also her mommy who never said it out loud, but always got sentintal during U.S.A holidays.
Now she should start making preparations, and first of all, she needed to buy a house, so once everything is settled, she could bring them back.
She directly tasked Annie with the house-buying because she didn’t have the energy to handle it having just returned.
Now she had enough capability to afford a house. Her requirents were simple, just that it needed to be big, and most importantly, safe.
"It must be spacious, at least five rooms." Charlotte bit her lip, looked at Annie, and thought about changing her idea a bit: "Simply get a small villa, one with a garden. Is that not private enough?"
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