Chapter 949: Chapter 949: Want to Talk to You
However, Oliver Battleson then spoke words that caught Charlotte Thompson by surprise.
"I... want to talk to you."
"Me?"
Charlotte had not expected that Oliver had come looking for her this time.
"What’s the matter?"
In front of the younger generation, Oliver still maintained a stern and imposing demeanor, and naturally, the matter he raised was not open to refusal.
"At that café over there."
Charlotte followed the direction of Oliver’s pointing and then nodded her head.
She sent a message to Coco, but Charlotte hesitated for a moment and ultimately did not inform Justin about this.
She followed Oliver, and they entered the café one after the other, with Oliver choosing a corner away from the light to sit down.
Charlotte sat opposite Oliver but stealthily surveyed him.
Oliver should be about Ethan Allen’s age, only instead of the bloated figure from constant indulgence like Ethan Allen, Oliver was considerably lean, which, however, made him appear old.
Perhaps it was also because of his graying temples.
Despite this, Oliver’s sharp eyes were chilling.
His expressionless face made Charlotte momentarily see a resemblance to Justin.
"You certainly have a calm demeanor."
The two sat in silence for a long while, finally broken by Oliver.
"I didn’t expect the Allen family had raised such a fine daughter over these years."
"I don’t know what Mr. Battleson would like to discuss."
Charlotte was aware that Oliver’s request for a talk was probably not to praise her.
"Miss Thompson, this identity does match well with Justin. Were you still part of the Allen family, I would never have allowed you to be with Justin no matter what."
At these words, Charlotte’s brows slightly furrowed.
Oliver gazed at Charlotte’s face and finally sighed, "Actually, I have been investigating you and your children these days."
Hearing this, Charlotte’s hand tightened sharply on the table.
Although her expression remained unchanged, her gaze turned cold as she looked at Oliver.
"I understand that you have no other motives." Oliver slowly shifted his gaze away, "I just wanted... to see my grandsons."
By the end, Oliver’s voice had nearly disappeared.
But it was enough for Charlotte to get the gist.
Charlotte said nothing.
"I can see that Justin cares a lot about you."
Oliver spoke solemnly, "So there are some things he probably should have told you."
Charlotte slightly lowered her head, her eyes reflecting a complex emotion.
At this moment, the coffee ordered by Oliver upon entering was brought to their table by the waiter.
The bitter taste immediately filled the space between them, and even with pleasant music playing in the café, it could not alleviate the awkward atmosphere between Charlotte and Oliver.
Oliver picked up his coffee, gazing at the rising, curling steam, and finally squeezed out a sentence from his hoarse throat.
"How much do you know about Justin’s mother?"
Charlotte had never anticipated that Oliver would ask such a question; her fingertips twitched on her lap, losing their warmth in just a moment.
Before Charlotte had any chance to respond or react, Oliver continued, "So my girl, in your eyes, what kind of person am I?"