Chapter 928: Chapter 928: She Will Be Very Happy to See You.
Justin Battleson also knew that what the children wanted the most was his and Charlotte Thompson’s companionship, and upon careful reflection, he realized that he had indeed never taken the children out for fun with Charlotte.
After breakfast, Justin Battleson and Charlotte Thompson took the children to kindergarten together.
"Mommy will pick you up tonight, and we’ll go to the hospital for a checkup," Charlotte told the row of children standing in front of her.
The children nodded obediently before being taken away by their teacher.
Watching the backs of the children, Charlotte couldn’t help but sigh.
...
It was already a gloomy day, with a dense mist hanging in the sky, pressing down on one’s mood.
By the time Justin and Charlotte arrived at the graveyard, a light rain had begun to fall, its threads landing on their cheeks, the cold seeping into their skin.
"Mom, I’m here to see you," Justin said as he placed a large bunch of white roses in front of the tombstone.
These were his mother’s favorite flowers.
He hung his head slightly, looking at the photo on the tombstone.
Charlotte, standing beside Justin, also saw the gentle smile in the photo.
This was Charlotte’s first time seeing a photo of Justin’s mother.
She was a serene and beautiful woman, whose features could be found in Justin’s eyes.
Charlotte couldn’t imagine how desperate the woman must have felt at that time to have...
Charlotte’s heart felt like it was being viciously clenched by a large hand, and she took a step forward to stand shoulder to shoulder with Justin.
"Auntie, I’m Charlotte Thompson," Charlotte murmured softly, her eyes beginning to moisten.
Justin reached out and hooked onto Charlotte’s somewhat cold fingertips, his voice a bit hoarse, "She would have been very happy to see you."
The roses in front of the tombstone bloomed, and raindrops rolled into the heart of the flowers, diffusing a cold fragrance.
Knowing her place, Charlotte stepped away, aware that Justin must have a lot to say to his mother.
Looking at Justin’s back, an aching sourness surged in Charlotte’s heart.
Just then, a voice came to Charlotte’s ears, "Who are you?"
Startled, Charlotte turned her head to find a middle-aged man standing beside her.
He was dressed in a black suit, his demeanor stern and authoritative. Although his face was marked by the years, it wasn’t hard to see that he had been handsome in his youth.
His gaze, complex, landed on Charlotte’s face, evoking an inexplicable sense of familiarity in her.
She was certain she had never seen the man before.
However, as the middle-aged man fully made out Charlotte’s features, his brow furrowed abruptly, his fist pressed to his mouth as he started to cough with restraint.
Charlotte involuntarily took a step back.
"Are you Charlotte Thompson?" the middle-aged man seemed to recall something, his expression becoming clear.
"Do you know me?" she replied almost reflexively, but immediately regretted it.
She should have distanced herself from such a peculiar man immediately.
"As the Miss of the Thompson Family, of course I know you," the middle-aged man said after Charlotte acknowledged him.
Her hand clenched at her side, Charlotte’s lips pressed together lightly, "Sir, have we... met before?"
Charlotte thought she might have collaborated with this man in the past.
Yet the middle-aged man did not answer Charlotte’s question; instead, he shifted his gaze from a short distance away and then spoke slowly.
"Did you come here with Justin Battleson?"
Charlotte tensed up, and without any hesitation, she turned and started to walk away.
The middle-aged man seemed surprised by Charlotte’s strong reaction and reached out to try to stop her.
"Wait a minute, I am..."
But before the middle-aged man could finish, Justin Battleson’s cold voice interrupted.
"Why are you here?"