Chapter 951: Chapter 951 Appropriate Punishment
It seemed that by pouring out his heart to someone else after so many years, a trace of relief finally appeared on Oliver Battleson’s face at the end.
But perhaps because he was speaking to a younger generation, the tail end of Oliver Battleson’s words trembled, unavoidably leading him to bow his head.
Charlotte Thompson’s nails dug into the palm of her hand, yet the pain on her skin could not make up for the desolation within her heart at this moment.
Back in the cemetery, what Oliver Battleson struggled to say was not an apology.
It was that the recipient of this apology was his son.
Charlotte’s gaze flickered slightly, and the atmosphere between her and Oliver Battleson returned to the previous awkwardness.
Relaxing music still played in the café, yet neither of the two could feel the slightest bit of leisure in their hearts.
Charlotte’s lips trembled slowly, and it was she who broke the quiet atmosphere at last.
"Mr. Battleson, what is the purpose of telling me all this?" she asked.
Charlotte placed her folded hands on the table, only then noticing that she was already covered with cold sweat.
However, Charlotte’s somewhat indifferent reaction seemed to exceed Oliver Battleson’s expectations.
He originally stared at the coffee in front of him, but now he lifted his head upon hearing Charlotte’s words.
How could he not be aware that Charlotte was feigning ignorance?
Ever since he had ascertained the truth, he had yearned to explain everything to Justin, but in the end, he never found the words to speak out.
But, just like the encounter in the cemetery, Oliver Battleson did not want to see resentment and hatred in Justin’s eyes when he looked at him.
Or even endless indifference.
Just like back then, as if he were looking at a stranger.
So, upon learning about the relationship between Justin and Charlotte, Oliver Battleson had pondered for a long time and finally resolved to seek out Charlotte.
He hoped to convey his apologies to Justin through Charlotte.
Oliver Battleson was always a prideful man.
Their gazes naturally met when Oliver Battleson lifted his head.
Charlotte’s eyes were cold, like a still, undisturbed ancient well, showing no hint of emotion.
Ultimately, she raised the corners of her lips in a slight curve and began softly, "But, Mr. Battleson, what does any of this have to do with me?"
"What did you say?" Oliver Battleson’s brow furrowed.
"Mr. Battleson, you must have taken a great resolution to seek me out today, and surely you must have thoroughly investigated my background beforehand," she said.
Charlotte curled her fingers, lightly tapping the coffee cup to produce a crisp sound.
"You must also know what kind of person my father, Ethan Allen, is."
Oliver Battleson’s complexion darkened slightly.
"I will not forgive him," Charlotte declared slowly, clearly, and she noticed how Oliver Battleson’s grip gradually tightened.
"Haven’t you already sent that man... to prison?"
Oliver Battleson scrutinized Charlotte’s face, appearing to search for a clue in her icy expression.
"Because he killed the most important person in my life," Charlotte inhaled deeply, straightening her back slightly.
Upon hearing this, Oliver Battleson’s expression worsened significantly.
Yet, Charlotte let out a humorless laugh, "Perhaps you think I’m heartless. After all, that man is my biological father, and he has already received his due punishment."
Charlotte’s eyelashes trembled lightly, and her eyes reddened in the blink of an eye.
"But the person I loved can never return."