Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte) novel Chapter 140

"I want to contact him, but I can't," Christopher replied.

There was no way for a person to contact himself.

"Ah," Charlotte said and instantly became dejected. "He's such a poor thing. If only I could help him."

"I'm glad you're thinking this way." Deep down, however, he was somewhat disappointed.

That little girl.

The little girl, whom the little boy had been looking for, had forgotten about this incident.

But on second thought, it was good this way as well. Remembering meant shouldering responsibilities. Most of the time, forgetting was bliss.

"Do you still know anything else about him? Perhaps, we can think of a way to find him and help him," Charlotte thought optimistically.

"Do you really want to know?"

Charlotte nodded her head seriously.

"Where should I start..." Christopher thought.

Christopher took a sip of water, cleared his throat and began telling the story from the beginning.

When he was a child, the little boy had low self- esteem. He was weak and was often bullied by others.

When he was three, his mother remarried the son of a well-known family. Since then, the little boy had lived a life of depending on others. Although he was still the young master of the family, he had always been left out by the family.

The little boy lived enduring the humiliation. His only wish was to find his own father and to escape his current life of living below others.

However, his actual father had given up on him for the sake of his own reputation.

'After he told me that he was going to look for his father, I never saw him again," Christopher concluded his story on a rainy night.

On this rainy night, the little boy went to look for his father, and since then, there had been no news from him.

The rims of Charlotte's eyes turned red. "Didn't his father want him? You said that you haven't seen him after he left, but then said he was abandoned by his biological father. Perhaps he was protected by his biological father?" "I hope so too," Christopher answered with a smile and reached out to wipe her tears. "Why are you crying? Idiot."

"I feel so sorry for the little boy. He's had a hard time."

"Let's just hope that when he appears again, he will have taken back everything he wants."

"But instead, I hope that he can live a happy life beside his biological father and live happily without having to depend on others."

"That's impossible." Christopher thought.

"Because his biological father was already dead."

Christopher's smile widened, but his heart was bleeding. As he comforted Charlotte, was there anyone who could comfort him?

"You really can't find him?" Charlotte asked, not giving up.

"No, I can't find him."

"If it's possible, I really want to give him a hug and tell him that I'm in a pretty bad state as well. But I've made it through and I hope that he can make it through as well, and then stand blissfully under the rays of sunlight." As she spoke, Charlotte had a smile on her face. One day, she would investigate everything and take back everything belonging to her.

Christopher was stunned.

He couldn't help but relate to Charlotte's background.

The Emerson Corporation... As well?

Her mother died a tragic death without a reason, and her father married a woman of the same age as her. She did not receive the news of her mother's death until only several days later.

If his life had been hopeless from the beginning, her life had been full of hope initially, but had suddenly been burned to ashes.

They were both pitiful.

Thus, he was destined to meet her.

Christopher had booked a return ticket for the seven o'clock train.

Charlotte was so tired that she fell asleep on the high-speed train. Upon arriving at their station, Christopher woke her up.

It was only then that she realized that she slept leaning against his shoulder. She quickly apologized, "Sorry, I fell asleep and didn't notice."

"It's okay, you're not heavy."

Charlotte gave an awkward smile.

Christopher offered to send her back, but Charlotte refused. She had caused him enough trouble.

On the way home, Charlotte saw a signboard.

The recent famous young celebrity, Tiffany Allen, was on her concert tour.

It was nothing much, but Charlotte noticed that the clothes she was wearing were the exact same outfit as the woman she saw in front of the hotel not long ago.

Was the woman who entered the hotel with Shane the other day Tifanny Allen?

If she had remembered correctly, NC's ambassador at the moment was also Tiffany.

For some unknown reason, Charlotte felt a trace of bitterness in her heart, followed by a sharp pain. Her face was pale and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

After taking a few deep breaths, she finally calmed down.

So this was what heartbreak felt like.

Charlotte's face was pale as she laughed self-deprecatingly.