Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte) novel Chapter 109

Charlotte refused to believe it. The sadness in her eyes flashed and she shouted, not willing to give up, "You just admitted that you are Ms. Coco."

When Charlotte saw Ms. Coco's weathered body tremble, she was even more convinced that she hadn't been mistaken. She continued to try to reason with her.

"Ms. Coco, I don't know why you didn't say goodbye back then and why I couldn't find you. But now that you're right here in front of me, I will wait until you are willing to talk to me.

"Gunther, close the door. They've mistaken me for someone else and will be leaving now."

The woman who had been referred to as Ms. Coco shouted at the young man standing by the door.

"Okay, Mom."

A metal door completely sealed off Charlotte's heart. When she saw Ms. Coco's attitude, she was even more convinced that what happened back then was not an accident.

"Cole."

The cold and ruthless voice made Cole, who had been standing silently to one side, shiver all over. He immediately stepped forward and said respectfully, "Yes, Mr. Fuller."

"There's no need."

Of course Charlotte could tell that Shane was trying to help her. However, she still wanted to use her own methods to do it.

"Mr. Fuller?"

Cole looked at Shane with a conflicted expression.

"Let her deal with it herself."

At that moment, Shane looked at the woman next to him in a new light and admired her even more.

There had always been two kinds of women surrounding him. One type was those who only knew how to compete for a man's favour. The other kind was way too scheming.

But this little woman before him didn't seem to belong to either of them...

"Thank you."

Charlotte's voice was a little weak, but Shane, who was only a meter away, could hear it clearly.

An hour later...

Almost everyone who passed by couldn't help but glance at the handsome man and beautiful woman standing outside the door. Nevertheless, there was no movement from behind the closed door.

"Mr. Fuller, it seems to be raining."

Cole couldn't help but point out. When Shane glared at him coldly, Cole could only shut his mouth obediently.

"You can go back. I can do this alone."

Charlotte slightly raised her head and let the rain fall on her face, but she remained indifferent.

Shane's heart suddenly ached. Unable to help himself, he took off his jacket and draped it over Charlotte's thin and weak body.

"Mr. Fuller..."

Cole could clearly sense that Shane's feelings for Charlotte were changing day by day.

Within the house, the young man paced back and forth in the living room. He eyed the rain outside the window gradually becoming heavier. Finally, he shook his head helplessly.

"Mom, do you really not want them to come in? It looks like they haven't left yet. It's raining so heavily. If they continue to stay out there, they might get sick if they don't end up in the hospital."

"Let's wait a little longer."

Ms. Coco rubbed her aching legs tiredly. She stared fixedly out of the window.

After another hour, Ms. Coco finally stood up shakily and said to her young son who was sitting nearby, "Let them in. It's time for me to do right by my old employer."

For many years now, she had been unable to get a good night's sleep. She had dreamed countless times about that night.

Charlotte's water- splattered face watched quietly as the courtyard gate was opened.

"My mother asked you to go in."

Upon learning that Ms. Coco was finally willing to see her, Charlotte could not care less about how wet her clothes were as she ran straight in.

"Ms. Coco."

Only when she was truly standing in the warm living room did Charlotte's entire body tremble. Her arms were tightly wrapped around the coat that obviously didn't fit her.

"Miss Lottie."

Ms. Coco raised her weather- worn face, pointed to the empty sofa opposite her, and continued, "Sit down."

"Ms. Coco, I'm here today because I want to know what happened back then. How did my mother pass away, and why did you disappear without a trace overnight?"

Charlotte went straight to the point as she stared into the avoiding eyes of the person in front of her.