Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte) novel Chapter 425

Charlotte's condition was not optimistic. At first, she was furious. Next, she was depressed. Then, her body was trembling all over, and her tears were streaming down uncontrollably. Everyone thought that it was anxiety and emotional obstruction. She also fell into self-doubt because she couldn't regulate her emotions.

It was a vicious cycle.

The more she doubted herself, the more difficult it would be for her to get her emotions under control. For a short period of time, she didn't even want to listen to anybody's advice. If she went on like this, there would only be two results. She would either die or live like a dead person.

It won't be easy for her to get through this on her own.

Avery had no choice but to let his subordinates manage the company. Then he traveled overnight to find Olive and started babysitting Sheryl and Olive so that Shane could have enough time to take care of Charlotte.

When he returned to the city again, he felt a little bit unfamiliar with it. He should have been familiar with it.

He brought the two children to the most famous beach in Brine. Far in the distance was the sea. His heart ached as he stared at the sea.

Irena's ashes were scattered in this sea, cold and bone-piercing.

"Is she cold?" Avery thought.

"Mister, can you help me take that?" A boy's cute voice sounded.

Avery snapped back to reality and looked toward the direction the boy was pointing at. It was a ball. He immediately picked it up and handed it to him. "Be careful. Don't lose it next time."

"Okay. Thank you, mister." The little boy bowed deeply.

"Freddie, why are you running around like that on your own? Do you know that your father and I are very worried about you?"

This voice...

Avery was stunned for a few seconds before he shot up his head.

Half of the person's face was burned, appearing particularly terrifying. But the other half of it still looked pretty. However, due to a large number of scars, he couldn't really see her actual appearance.

He stood up and said, "Hi. Who is this child to

you?"

The woman looked at him in hysteria and said, "I'm sorry, my son has caused you trouble. I'll go first."

He couldn't be wrong.

The face could be wrong.

The voice could be wrong.

But the feeling would never be wrong.

Avery really didn't expect that the person he was missing a second earlier would appear in front of him all of a sudden. He grabbed her wrist and said, "Aren't you dead? Irena, why didn't you contact me? You..."

"You've mistaken me for someone else. I'm not Irena." The woman denied it but did not break away.

"Really? My reputation is not that good, so it's only normal for me to mistaken random people as my lover." Avery instantly let go of her hand. He smiled, but the light in his eyes was broken. "I really shouldn't have bothered you. Your child is adorable. If you're not her, then I've mistaken you for someone else."

The woman lowered her head and remained mute.

"Dad."

At that moment, Olive ran over to Avery and said, "Sheryl fell, and there's a lot of blood and sand on her wound. I'm afraid that she'll get infected."

Avery and Irena were both stunned when Olive called him dad.

Avery glanced at the boy beside Irena and smiled again. He let out a long sigh and said, "Let's go. Dad will bring you to take a look at Sheryl."

"Great!"

Avery and Olive walked away.

"Irena, why didn't you tell him that I'm your boss's son?" Freddie narrowed his eyes and asked, "He's the Avery that my dad often talks about, right?"

"If you use your 190 IQ on studying, you must be a straight-A student now." Irena bent over and gently touched his forehead. "I promised your father that I would never tell anyone about my past. They all think I'm dead."

"But you didn't die. That day, you threw yourself onto my dad's car and only broke a few ribs." Freddie's voice was frigid.

To outsiders, he was truly an eight-year-old kid. But to those who were close to him, he didn't try to hide his nature as a child prodigy at all.

He was already studying in high school when he was eight years old. However, he was too lazy to go to school, so he dropped out and self-studied physics. He preferred ancient poetry and music, and his dream was to be a bard.

He was only eight years old, but he had already achieved goals that twenty-year-olds couldn't even achieve.

He was so mature and introverted to the point where it scared people.