Chapter 393: Chapter 393: Very Much Like Adam Ross
On the other side, inside the hotel.
Dawn was just breaking when Charlotte returned to the hotel and immediately turned on the TV.
She planned to watch for about ten minutes before falling asleep, but unexpectedly dozed off while watching.
When she woke up again, it was already six in the morning.
The TV was still on, the volume turned down to the minimum. A family drama was playing on screen.
A pregnant supporting actress ran in front of the protagonist, crying pitifully.
Charlotte had just woken up, her mind still fuzzy. She watched the tear-streaked actress on TV with a bewildered look.
After a few minutes, she finally rebooted her brain. After a moment of realization, she hurriedly started checking her phone.
There were more than a dozen missed calls dating back to two o’clock in the morning.
They were all from Annie.
Charlotte slapped her forehead in annoyance.
She had been so irritated with Adam Ross yesterday that she had left the hotel in a rush, forgetting that Annie and the others were still in the booth. She had left without even saying goodbye.
She instinctively wanted to call back. Her finger hovered over Annie’s number for a few seconds, hesitating as she glanced at the time.
It was now six o’clock sharp. Annie had gone back late last night; she might still be asleep now.
Should she call back later?
Having thought of that, she put down her phone, slipped into her slippers, and got up to turn off the TV.
Adam Ross’ words from yesterday resurfaced in her mind.
A whirl of thoughts churned in Charlotte’s heart, compelling her to get up once again. She pushed open the door to check on Jack and Chad.
She wasn’t bothered by Adam Ross’ opinion, but she felt the need to ask the children themselves about how they felt.
Jack and Chad were staying in one room. Soon, Charlotte had arrived at their door.
She’d forgotten to get the key card from the reception, so she gently rapped her knuckles on the door.
The knock was soft, and just as Charlotte was about to knock again, thinking that the kids might not have heard her the first time, the door unexpectedly opened.
Chad was at the door, wearing a black and white striped T-shirt. Seeing Charlotte, he did not seem surprised.
He merely lifted his head slightly. The youthful naivety in his eyes, which were strikingly similar to Adam Ross’, shone brightly.
His initially bewildered look was fading, but his eyes were still slightly red.
Charlotte pressed her lips together, a mix of emotions welling up within her, "Chad, did Mommy wake you?"
"No, Mommy," Chad replied. His voice was still childish, but with an added hint of seriousness. He stepped aside, leaving ample space for Charlotte to come in.
Charlotte stepped inside, where Jack, still half-asleep on the big bed, rubbed his eyes and sat up.
A surge of tender affection welled up within Charlotte. She pulled over a chair to sit down, reaching out to affectionately ruffle Jack’s fluffy hair.
Surprised, Jack stopped and looked at her. Recognizing it was her, he held back a smile.
On the other side, Chad closed the door and came over. He sat on the edge of the bed, sensing Charlotte’s intention with keen insight.
Before Charlotte could say a word, he asked quietly, "Mommy, did that man come to see you?"
At his words, Charlotte’s gaze fell. She glanced at the expressions of the two children and felt a sudden wave of heartache.
They had always known they weren’t her biological children and, as a result, they were even more reticent when it came to discussions about Cyrus and Hank.
Their personalities, even their features were strikingly similar to Adam Ross, bordering on moody and sickly sweet.
Although she never favored one child over another, she knew that in both children’s hearts, there felt like a fishbone stuck in their throats that they couldn’t swallow or spit out.