"Well, that's more like it." Rodney "grunted" while walking back to his room with his hands behind his back.
"I'll bring you a snack to your room later," Cecelia called after him.
Rodney didn't object, and a wave of his hand meant he agreed.
Cecelia was really relieved. Rodney was becoming more and more like a child as he got older, and most of the time she would have to coax him to eat anything. She glanced at Charlotte worriedly and felt frustrated. Why things had turned out this way.
She remembered Joyce, whom she had met once. She had an acute asthma attack that day, and Joyce saved her in time. She had a good impression of Joyce. She was a kind girl and she always found her a bit familiar.
There was no right or wrong in matters of love.
Although Joyce did not accept her terms in the end and did not go to Mufron for her master's degree. She didn’t resent Joyce, everyone had their own choices and people they could not let go of. There was nothing wrong with that.
Charlotte saw that Cecelia was really sad, she knew that Cecelia must be disappointed with herself.
She stepped forward and gently shook Cecelia's arm, calling softly, "Mom, I'm sorry for making things difficult for you."
Cecelia managed to pull out a smile, "It's okay. I'll go make you guys something to eat while you get some rest."
With that, she hurriedly turned around and walked into the kitchen to hide her distraction.
In a short time, Cecelia brought out two steaming bowls of oatmeal from the kitchen, and she handed one of them to Charlotte.
"Charlotte, come, take care of your body, now you are carrying a baby, you need to pay extra attention to nutrition."
Charlotte hurriedly stood up and took the soup bowl and put it on the coffee table, "The other bowl, I'll take it to Grandpa."
"OK." Cecelia smiled really softly.
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