Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte) novel Chapter 170

Mrs. Fuller Senior was fine.

She only had a small shock. She had passed out on purpose.

On purpose.

When Charlotte heard these two words, she was dumbfounded.

Mrs. Fuller Senior took her hand and pulled her to her side. "Women need to be tricky. Tell me, what would Shane have done if I hadn't passed out?"

"He would have continued watching the show," Charlotte answered.

"Humph." Mrs. Fuller Senior nodded proudly, like a naughty child. She patted the back of Charlotte's hand and said lazily, "You have to use the right method to deal with Shane. I know that you are a good person, but some tricks can be good."

"A good trick?" She was puzzled.

"Think about it carefully. Am I a bad person?"

Charlotte shook her head without any hesitation. Regardless of whether it was towards her or Sheryl, Mrs. Fuller Senior was always good to them.

"I haven't hurt anyone in this life, but I have many tricks. It's wrong to get men and children to listen to you. Neither is getting a man to give you his attention." Mrs. Fuller Senior continued.

"Grandma, Shane and I really won't be together." Charlotte decided to take advantage of this opportunity to speak her mind, "He has someone he must take care of, and I..."

"That doesn't change anything. He doesn't have any feelings for that person, does he?"

"But he doesn't have any feelings for me either."

"I don't think so. When it comes to other women, Sheryl is your trump card and advantage."

Charlotte sighed. "Grandma, I know you like Sheryl."

Mrs. Fuller Senior took a meaningful look at her and said, "Sheryl looks very similar to Shane."

Charlotte was stunned for a moment. She then stretched out her hand and rubbed the child in question's head. "There are many people in this world who are similar to Mr. Fuller. It's also possible that this is the reason why Sheryl likes Mr. Fuller so much."

"No, I like Daddy because he smells good, but others don't." Sheryl raised her small hand to refute.

"Smells good?" Charlotte wondered

Was it the cologne?

Charlotte smiled bitterly and decided not to continue this topic, "Grandma, I'll go down and handle the hospital admission procedures."

"Okay, okay. Go." Mrs. Fuller Senior let go of her hand.

There were some topics that should end when the time came for it.

She left the ward.

Charlotte leaned against the wall. Her eyes were dull as she stared at the floor. For some unknown reason, tears started streaming down her cheeks. She was not sad, nor did she feel wronged.

Her heart did not feel any big emotion at all.

But her tears continued to fall without her consent. She wiped them calmly, then allowed the warm-then-cold droplets to fall from her hand.

She truly was calm.

She could even tell that, in the first three seconds after the tears fell, they were warm. As they rolled downward, they became colder. By the time they reached the corner of her mouth, the tears were almost room temperature.

Her face stiffened a little.

Charlotte reached out her hand and patted her cheeks.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared in front of her. It passed her a napkin.

Without accepting it, she raised her head and looked at the face before her. All the grievances she felt finally broke out.

She opened her mouth but didn't say anything, and her tears fell even more fiercely.

The man reached out to pull her into his arms and gently patted her on the shoulder. "Was Mr. Fuller mean to you? I'm so sorry that you're here alone."

"Rick..." She burst into tears.

She didn't know why she was crying, but her heart was in a panic.

"Fortunately, I found this lost soul. Here, let me wipe your tears." Rick carefully wiped the corner of her eyes.

He had thought that she had put on makeup, so he had taken extra care when wiping.

However, no matter how he nudged, no powder or mascara ran.

"Rick, why is it that people can suddenly feel very sad?"

"Maybe it is because the heart is faster than the brain when making a decision," Rick replied with a smile.

"How did that make sense?" Charlotte wondered.

Charlotte shook her head. Maybe the part of her brain that controlled tears had short-circuited.

Rick saw that she was in a better mood, so he put down the napkin. He gently rubbed her, and patted her back. "Take it easy. It's no big deal. You have me and Anne by your side, and we will still be there even if the sky falls down on us."

"I... It was really fortunate that I met you and Anne."

"Alright, have a good rest. Don't be too emotional, and then make me some money."