Chapter 950: Chapter 950: Regret for a Lifetime
"You are a father."
Charlotte Thompson’s lips parted slightly as she uttered these words.
However, such a response was completely beyond Oliver Battleson’s expectations, and he couldn’t help but furrow his thick brows.
Yet the words that Charlotte spoke next caused Oliver’s face to stiffen.
"Just like my father."
He had killed his own wedded wife and abandoned his own flesh and blood.
Charlotte, for her part, hadn’t anticipated that, deep down, she and Justin Battleson were so similar.
"Nonsense!" Oliver could not help but retort.
The Allen family’s affairs had already caused a sensation, and Ethan Allen was now seen as a villain by everyone.
Charlotte watched Oliver calmly, her beautiful eyes like a pool of cold water that extinguished the last bit of hope in his heart.
Suddenly, Oliver’s shoulders slumped a little: "Indeed, Justin must have told you everything."
"Mr. Battleson, if there’s nothing else, I think I will take my leave now. Besides, Justin would be angry if he knew I met with you."
In truth, Charlotte didn’t want to spend any more time facing Oliver because looking at him always reminded her of Ethan Allen.
"Yes, Justin has hated me for a long time..." Oliver murmured to himself.
As Charlotte turned to leave, Oliver’s voice came from behind her.
"What if all that happened back then was my fault, all a misunderstanding?"
Charlotte’s footsteps halted.
"It was I who misunderstood Mia, I who believed that bitch, Ella White..."
Caught in some painful memory, Oliver brought his hand to his head, his expression becoming contorted.
Charlotte slowly turned to look at Oliver, her furrowed brow showing no sign of easing.
A misunderstanding?
"In my life, I, Oliver Battleson, have done countless things, but I’ve only made that one mistake, and it’s enough to make me regret it for a lifetime."
Oliver’s voice was somewhat hoarse, and even Charlotte could clearly see his eyes beginning to redden.
"Why was I so foolish back then? I didn’t trust my wife but believed those photos from God knows where..."
Oliver seemed lost in his memories; he wasn’t recounting old stories to someone but was muttering to himself.
He could never forget that final, despondent expression on Mia White’s face.
Like a rose wilting away, she fell into a lament of profound sorrow.
Oliver could no longer even recall what Mia smiling looked like.
The only image he remembered whenever he thought of her was that pale face.
He had professed his love countless times, yet he ultimately let that fragile figure fade away amidst that so-called love.
It was a cage full of iron chains.
"...It was Mia who saved me, but Ella White seized everything, deceiving me for decades!"
Oliver clenched his teeth, bitterly savoring the name Ella White, as if he wished he could tear into the flesh of that person right then and there.
Charlotte didn’t interrupt Oliver but listened as he relayed the events of the past in fits and starts.
Yet, instead of shock, what Charlotte primarily felt was pity.
All because of a misunderstanding, Justin Battleson had such a tragic childhood.
Somehow, Charlotte felt a sting at the tip of her nose, her teeth clenched tightly as her hand by her side squeezed fiercely.
It turned out that it was because of this very incident that Oliver had handed the inheritance of the Battleson Family over to Justin.
If Justin knew the truth, what would his reaction be?