Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte) novel Chapter 129

"By any chance, do you not have any regret when you gave up on Shane years ago? Look at Shane and yourself now, are you still mother and son? Do you still want to make the same mistake again?" The old lady sighed meaningfully and continued, "I can see that Shane likes this child quite a lot. It is not impossible for him to bring her into the Fuller Residence."

"Madam, please slow down."

Aunt Ophelia stepped forward immediately and reached out to support her, but she was rejected mercilessly by Madam Fuller Senior.

"There's no need to hold on to me. I haven't reached the point where I can't walk." Even though every step she took was very slow, her steps were still firm and powerful.

After taking a few steps, Madam Fuller Senior suddenly turned around and said meaningfully, "I think Charlotte is not a bad choice. She was able to educate her child so successfully on her own. She's not bad, I like her."

Hearing Madam Fuller Senior directly express her love for Charlotte, Raina's entire face flushed from anger. She couldn't help but say, "Mother, it's fine if you like the child, but how could you like Charlotte just because she's the child's mother—"

Aunt Ophelia walked over to Raina and said patiently, "Madam, Madam Fuller Senior's words do make sense. You can think about it."

"You don't need to persuade me. I won't agree with this. Even if all of you agree, I won't. I will never let anyone ruin the reputation of the Fuller Residence and everything else in the Fuller Residence!"

Her voice was firm, as if not allowing anyone to refuse.

Aunt Ophelia shook her head with resignation and did not try to persuade her further.

Sheryl sat obediently on the bed. As she was seated right across the door, she saw the person coming through the door at a glance.

"Great-grandma, it doesn't hurt. Don't worry."

Sheryl immediately rushed toward the person at the door, purposely not using much force.

"You are such a good girl, Sheryl..."

Madam Fuller Senior's heart ached even more. Touching the child's face with her hand, her eyes were filled with love and pity.

"Shane, have you asked the doctor to come over?"

"Henry should be arriving soon." Shane's gaze was fixed on the small figure in front of him.

The old lady squatted down slowly and gently rubbed Sheryl's bruised knee with her hand, only to hear a sharp inhale.

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt. Mommy said that Sheryl needs to be strong. I can't cry. Besides, grandma didn't put in much force."

Sheryl looked at the old woman who was bending down with her face full of love. She blew on her knees just like how Charlotte always did, muttering at the same time, "This blows the pain away."

An unknown emotion flashed through Shane's eyes. He buried his hands in his pockets and didn't take them out for a long time. No one knew what he was thinking about.

A few minutes later, quick footsteps were heard from outside the door, and Shane immediately hid the emotions in his eyes.

"Shane, what's the matter this time? The last time you were at my house, and this time you called me to the... family's mansion?"

When Henry saw the few people standing in the room, his voice faded out, so much so that he was the only one who could hear the last few words clearly.

"Madam Fuller Senior is back?"

It was one of those rare moments when Henry put away the playful expression on his face and greeted Madam Fuller Senior respectfully.

"Since you're here, I can rest assured. I'll return to my room first."

Madam Fuller Senior smiled and nodded at Henry, before walking away with her cane.

When only the two men and the small girl were left in the room, Henry raised an eyebrow at Shane who seemed to be at a loss.

"Who's injured this time? Can't you prepare a medical kit at home next time, deal with simple injuries yourself and let me rest for a bit? Don't let me rush over from so far away. Others might think that you're in a coma."

Henry ranted, unhappy.

As a famous doctor in River City, he should be serving a greater purpose than going to cure some minor cuts and grazes every few days.

"Are you done talking?"

Shane's thin lips parted slightly. He didn't seem to mind being chided.

"Yes, I'm done."

Henry nodded his head expressionlessly. Only then did he notice a curious gaze that had been fixed on him.

"Can you check on her wound?"

Shane pointed to the little girl sitting obediently in front of him, who was resting her cheek with her hand. He suddenly felt confused. "Why is she so obedient at such a time?" He thought.

"What happened to such a beautiful child? Did you hit her?" Henry drawled.

"It's not daddy," Sheryl replied directly, her small face full of stubbornness.

"Who did it, then?"