Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte) novel Chapter 90

Charlotte's lips curled into a scornful smile. As expected, the heart of a child is the most innocent.

"Lottie, Alistair is still small, you should not teach him all these filthy things."

Elaine suddenly covered the boy's face with her hand, completely ignoring the child's struggle. She waved at the butler not far away. "Butler, bring Alistair upstairs."

"Yes, Madam."

Charlotte clenched onto her bag as she watched what happened.

"Elaine, aren't you the most filthy thing in this house? No one here is as dirty as you. You can even sleep with your best friend's father. Is there anything you wouldn't do for money?"

Elaine turned around, she purposely showed off her hands which were full of jewellery and whispered, "Lottie, you should say your mom isn't as attractive as me. She deserved it..."

"Bang."

A loud slap rang throughout the living room, the hatred in Charlotte's eyes was evident.

"What are you doing!"

Timothy quickly rushed in and pushed Charlotte away. She hadn't even had the time to withdraw her hand. Timothy ignored her as she stumbled backwards.

"Timothy, it's okay. I'm fine with Lottie venting out her anger on me. I was the one who promised her I would leave the Emerson Family if she returned. I broke my promise. I deserved this."

Elaine touched her face which was heavily caked with make- up and leaned against Timothy's chest pitifully, a complete opposite from her previously vicious demeanour.

"Mommy..." said a sobbing childish voice.

Alistair suddenly ran out of his room crying. He held on tightly to Elaine with tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Mommy, I am afraid of sis."

"Don't be afraid. It's mommy's fault."

Elaine gently picked up Alistair and apologised to Timothy. "Alistair must be scared. I'll tuck him in bed. Don't blame Lottie, okay?"

Charlotte watched the scene unfold before her coldly.

She already knew this would happen when she heard Timothy's voice behind her but it was too late.

"Don't you have anything to say?"

Timothy clenched his fists in anger. He looked as if he was about to swing his trembling hands towards her.

"Do you dare hit me?!"

Charlotte raised her head. Her eyes were filled with coldness.

"You wicked girl! I didn't agree to let you return here so you could make things worse! If this happens again, I won't go easy on you."

Timothy still considered Shane's feelings.

"Aren't you going to ask what happened just now?"

Charlotte asked sarcastically. Her empty eyes looked out of place on her delicate face. "Sure, it's all my own illusion," she continued.

Then, she turned and ran out.

It was raining heavily outside. Raindrops drenched her hair wet. It was hard to tell if it was tears or rain streaking down her face.

"Charlotte, you're so stupid. Why are you still foolishly holding out hope?"

She muttered lowly. There was a hint of hoarseness in her voice.

The street lights illuminated her path. Every step she took felt exhausting and her fragile body started to tremble.

A Maserati suddenly stopped in front of Charlotte.

"Mr. Gibson?"

Charlotte immediately smiled and greeted him, completely ignoring the pathetic state she was currently in, when she saw the elegant man walking out of the car.

Christopher quickly picked her up. Before she could react, she was already seated in the passenger seat. Her cheeks were slightly red as she touched her soaked clothes.

"Put this on."

Christopher took off his coat and gently put it on her shoulders.

"Thank you..."

Charlotte didn't want to react too unnaturally, otherwise it would seem too pretentious.

"Where do you live? I'll take you home."

Christopher closed the window in silence and turned on the heater in the car swiftly.