Chapter 952: Chapter 952 Visiting the Prison
Every time she thought of her mother, every time she thought of Aunt Watson, Charlotte felt as if there was a sharp knife constantly gouging at her heart.
Charlotte lightly bit her lip.
She was only four years old when she left her mother, and had it not been for Aunt Watson showing her mother’s photos during those years she took care of her, Charlotte might have forgotten what her mother even looked like.
Pregnant for eight months and still working, only to receive such a "gift" from Ethan Allen.
Each time she thought of that, Charlotte felt such a tightness in her chest that she could hardly breathe.
No matter what happened, her mother always treated fate with gentleness, but what kind of reward did fate give her mother in the end?
Oliver Battleson’s pupils shook violently, as if he were pondering over Charlotte’s words.
Charlotte hung her head, her hair by her temples sliding down over her shoulders. She casually hooked a strand and tucked it behind her ear.
Looking at Oliver Battleson in front of her, Charlotte spoke indifferently, "Mr. Battleson, what’s the point of telling me these things? The person who needs to hear this isn’t me."
Then Charlotte didn’t wait for Oliver Battleson to respond and stood up.
Charlotte had intended to leave directly, but out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of Oliver Battleson, who remained silent, and this made her darken her eyes.
"I never would have guessed that the head of the Battleson Family, known for his prowess in business, is actually such a person."
Charlotte was well aware that her words were extremely impolite.
But regarding the reason for Oliver Battleson’s visit today, Charlotte felt nothing but irritation.
If it were not for Oliver Battleson’s status, Charlotte might have pointed out directly that he was a man completely devoid of responsibility.
As Charlotte left the cafe, she couldn’t resist looking back through the cafe’s glass window and saw Oliver Battleson still seated in the corner.
Charlotte tightened her grip on the phone in her hand, then she dialed Henry Thompson’s number.
"Big brother, I want you to look into something for me, it’s about the Battleson Family, about what happened to Oliver Battleson’s first wife, Mia White."
"Mia White?"
Upon hearing the name, Henry’s voice carried a touch of surprise.
"Yes, she’s Justin’s biological mother. There was... something that happened back then," Charlotte caught herself, hesitating.
But Henry didn’t push for more details, only agreeing to help Charlotte with her investigation.
After hanging up, Charlotte cast her eyes downward.
In truth, she shouldn’t be meddling in this affair, but after all, this matter involved Justin.
She wanted to know the truth.
She wanted to help Justin truly step out of the shadows that had loomed over him for so many years.
In the end, Charlotte seemed to think of something and hailed a cab to rush to a certain place.
...
Charlotte observed Ethan Allen being brought out and her hands, originally resting on her lap, suddenly clenched tight.
He had become so thin he was barely recognizable, his hair had turned almost entirely white, and his already unimpressive stature seemed to have collapsed even more.
As Ethan Allen emerged, he seemed frightened, but when he looked up and saw Charlotte, a glint of light burst forth from his otherwise murky eyes.
He hurriedly stepped forward, and even before he had seated himself steadily, he had already picked up the phone.
"Charlotte, you finally came to see me. Do you have any idea what kind of days I’ve had here? Please, I beg you, let me out."
Ethan Allen’s voice was choked with emotion, his jaw pressed tight against the receiver, his wrists trembling.
Charlotte pursed her lips, looking at Ethan Allen before her, but found herself at a loss for words.
Perhaps because she had just seen Justin’s father, Charlotte thought to visit Ethan Allen in prison.
But Charlotte had not expected that the first thing Ethan Allen would say upon seeing her was such a plea.