Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte) novel Chapter 312

Avery was prepared for Shane's advice. However, Shane just nodded and didn't say anything, which made Avery feel very surprised.

"You're not going to give me any advice?"

"Is there a need for it?"

"If this decision was made by Braden, would you advise him then?" Avery was curious.

"He's not that smart."

Avery immediately smiled.

Shane's meaning was very simple. If Avery was smart enough to make such a decision, it meant that he had considered the pros and cons. In that case, there was no need to persuade or remind him.

At this point, the discussion was over, but Avery had no intention of leaving. Instead, he asked for a cup of coffee and took out a stack of documents.

"Come on, let's continue with our work."

Sometimes, Charlotte really envied their energy to handle so many things. It had only been 30 minutes and she couldn't stand it anymore. She just wanted to find a place to rest.

It was a waste of time to think about official

business.

On the other side, in the orphanage.

Under the sun, the trees formed shades on the ground, and children were running around at the playground.

After Peter took the little girl to complete some paperwork, he took her home. Zoe's house was still being renovated, so she and Peter still lived together.

"Uncle Peter, I thought you wanted to leave me in the orphanage." The little girl climbed into the passenger seat and buckled her seat belt.

"Why do you think so?"

"When I was a child, my mother adopted me from an orphanage."

Peter was stunned and pointed to the scar on her arm, "When I asked you the first time, you said you got it while working. Is that true?"

The little girl shook her head. "I'm an orphan. Even if I was brought back from the orphanage, I was always abused. They treated me very well in front of outsiders. I don't know why they could do this. They could have treated me well, but they didn't do so." "Mr. Emerson said that you didn't want to leave for River City. Were you afraid of getting hurt again?" The little girl nodded.

Peter smiled and took off his shirt, revealing the injuries on his shoulders and arms. "Don't be afraid. I have the same past as you, although I am not an orphan."

"How do you know for sure?"

Peter frowned.

The little girl looked at him seriously. "How do you know that they must be your parents? You don't look like a child who has been abused at home. You've had a stroke of luck, haven't you?"

"What a mischievous kid." He sighed and turned on the ignition.

"But a good opportunity requires a good brain. Do you think your parents' biological child would be as smart as you?"

Peter froze instantly. The little girl reached out and gently held his big hand. "Peter, I am an orphan, so I understand. I am different from other children. My parents must be very outstanding, so I'm smarter than others."

"You..." Peter turned and looked at her. Her eyes were as clear as his eyes in the past.

The little girl smiled at him. "Peter, you like Zoe, don't you?"

The focus of the conversation shifted a little too quickly. Peter nodded. "I like Zoe very much."

"Zoe has a similar experience with us, but she is different. Her eyes show that she is very satisfied with her biological family and accepts the status quo. Everything she does is to get away from the past, and this separation gives her a sense of accomplishment."

"So what you're saying is..."