Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte) novel Chapter 54

"Don't fret," cooed Charlotte as she patted her daughter's back in an attempt to soothe her terror.

Seeing the little child standing next to Charlotte only fueled Timothy’ s fury. He berated bluntly, "You unfilial daughter! To think you have the face to return! You even brought..."

Before he could speak the disrespectful words of her daughter, Charlotte shot him an ice-cold glare.

All of a sudden, Timothy found his words lodged in his throat.

"We meet again after many years, Mr. Emerson. You're still as vigorous as you were in your youth! You still never hesitate to lash out at people."

Initially, she had harboured a slight sense of guilt toward her father, but now that he had laid out these unsympathetic words for her to hear, the loathing in her only grew.

Once again, the atmosphere fell into a state of tension. Elaine stood up and stepped between the two, pretending to be a peacemaker.

"Timothy, Lottie hasn't come back for five years! What are you doing?" Elaine then turned to look at Charlotte. "Lottie, you too. You know very well that your father is ill, why are you still being so difficult?"

Charlotte scoffed. The coldness emanating from within her eyes multiplied with every second her gaze lingered on Elaine.

Meanwhile, Timothy had made his way downstairs and seated himself on the sofa. As he heard Charlotte snort, his wrath peaked once again.

Timothy pointed a quivering finger at Charlotte and said, "Last I heard, you wanted to cut ties with the Emerson family. How dare you still step past our gate today?"

Now that things had evolved into this state, Charlotte was unwilling to display the slightest hint of weakness. "Your gate? Shall I remind you that this house is my mother’s heritage? You’re only here as a guest.”

Timothy felt like he had been stabbed in the ribs. He sprung to his feet and dashed toward Charlotte.

Just as he raised his hand above their heads, Charlotte' s stony words interrupted his actions. "Timothy Emerson, if you were to deliver this slap, you will never have me as your daughter from today onward."

Timothy snapped back to his senses and his hand froze midair. In the heat of the moment, he couldn’t figure out what to do with it.

Sheryl’s little head popped out from behind Charlotte. She looked up at him with large, watery eyes and pleaded, "Grandpa, don’t hit Mommy."

Hearing this, Timothy inadvertently lowered his head at Sheryl. Only then was he able to take in the sight of the wee being. Her teeny nose and large eyes immediately reminded him of young Charlotte.