Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte) novel Chapter 218

Avery took Yuliana to meet Charlotte and told her everything that happened.

Charlotte remained expressionless. She pretended that this never happened and said blandly, "Take care of her as best you can. Don't let Elaine find her. She's so wicked for even thinking of killing her own sister."

"Charlotte, you don't blame me at all? If it weren't for me, you and Shane wouldn't have turned out like..."

"I'm very happy now." Charlotte interrupted her and continued, "Happiness is something you have to fight for on your own. Taking away another person's experience and necklace is useless. You should know this better than anyone else."

Yuliana was stunned when she heard that.

Charlotte was right.

She knew better than anyone else.

If it weren't because she believed in Elaine, why would she be stuck in a vegetative state for such a long time? Why would she remain a living death for so long?

Lying static on her bed from day to night, she almost tore her skin during the first few days after she woke up.

She hated Elaine, but she hated herself even more at that time!

"If you need me to confront Elaine, I am willing to bring this matter to the court!" Yuliana gnashed her teeth and said.

"This is our personal business. I don't want other people to get involved in this. But if I had the opportunity to send her to jail, you can lend me a hand."

"Charlotte, I can't be friends with you, but I respect you from the bottom of my heart. I'm uncultured and a fool. I don't have anything of value to give you, but I have this..."

Yuliana took out a necklace.'Tve always brought this with me. It's finally back to its owner now."

Mom's necklace.

The moment Charlotte reached out to touch it, she felt all the blood in her body boiling. She had been looking for this necklace all along.

"Thank you. Even though you said that you couldn't be friends with me, I think that we can just let bygones be bygones."

Yuliana was indeed uncultured. She burned so many brain cells and yet still couldn't understand what Charlotte really meant. She simply thought that Charlotte was thanking her, so she kept waving her hand in an excessive manner.

Seeing that the matter was resolved, Avery smiled and said, "Since both of you have reconciled, do I get a reward for being the mediator?"

"Your reward is to take Yuliana to dinner. You can eat anything you like, even if it's at a five-star hotel. I'll pay for it," Charlotte answered.

"Hahahaha, that's fine too. I know you don't like to eat with me."

"So you know?" The two of them became very close to each other now, so Charlotte couldn't care less to show respect to him.

Avery shook his head helplessly. "Yuliana, let me take you to dinner. Let's talk about Irena while we're at it."

"Okay, Mr. Hart."

The two of them left.

Charlotte sat back on the chair in front of her desk, but she couldn't calm down no matter how.

In Yuliana's case, even though Shane did save her once, he didn't love her. He only gave her some money.

So he didn't really care about saving her or not, did he?

He wouldn't care about me giving birth to his child,

would he?

Charlotte's mood suddenly turned sour. She bit her lips and swore silently in her heart that she could never let Shane know that Sheryl was his child.

She didn't want to be treated by him like that anymore. She was even looked down upon by him with all his heart.

After Avery said goodbye to Yuliana, he invited Shane to join him at the bar.

This time, it wasn't Shane who asked him out, but him who asked Shane out.

Shane immediately declined him, saying that he had an important meeting to attend that night. But Avery was adamant about meeting him.

"I have something more important to tell you. I don't mind waiting for you even if it's until late at night. Please make time for me."

Avery rarely spoke to others in such a serious tone.

Shane didn't refuse this time. He merely replied, "11:40." And Avery instantly sent him the address.

Eleven o'clock.

This should be the busiest hour at the bar.

However, the bar that Avery was sitting in was nearly empty. He sat by the window and watched the rain outside as the voice of the folk singer traveled to his ears. He gently closed his eyes and enjoyed the music.