Chapter 666: Chapter 666: Give me a chance for redemption
Adam Ross uttered an ’ah’, but didn’t rise from his seat. He just leisurely watched his movements.
After thinking for a few seconds, the latter clumsily started, "Charlotte, it’s still early. How about..."
Before he could finish, there was an immediate busy signal from the receiver.
The call was hung up on.
There was a deadly silence in the air.
The drink Adam Ross had just sipped nearly sprayed out of his mouth before he could swallow. Holding his forehead, he burst out laughing, his entire body shaking with laughter.
Justin Battleson’s face turned completely green, oddly resembling a color palette.
He put down the phone, gave Adam Ross a deadly glance and muttered something under his breath before he strode out.
The room was quiet, and only Adam Ross’s suppressed laughter could be heard.
After a while, the man tilted his head back and took a swig of his drink, his laughter ceased, revealing the loneliness in his eyes.
...
The following morning.
In the hospital.
It was a weekend. Olivia Thompson sat with her sky-blue backpack on the chair. In front of her, there was a desk just about her height.
She was lightly drawing something on the table. No one disturbed the silence in the room.
A few seconds later, the little girl looked at Annie Anne with perplexity in her eyes and softly said, "Mommy, I miss my aunt, brother, and sisters."
In the bed, Annie Anne was lying sideways. A visible smile could be seen on her pale cheeks. Her mood had stabilized and she had been smiling a lot more these days.
Upon hearing this, she piled up her pillow, propped herself on the bed, and leaned back.
Before she had a chance to speak, the door of the ward was suddenly opened.
The smile that was on Annie Anne’s face quickly faded. The man walked in with a basin of water and stood in front of her.
She turned cold eyes on him and then turned away, refusing to look at him.
Noticing her actions, Oliver Hudson paused for a moment, and then continued to pick up the warm towel as if he were accustomed to this.
Annie Anne leaned back a little. The hand gripping the bedsheet tightened, her slender and fair knuckles turning white.
She glanced at Olivia Thompson, who was still busy writing, then lowered her voice to speak.
"Oliver Hudson, I don’t want to argue with you in front of Annie. I’m telling you, leave now. Let’s leave with some dignity."
Upon hearing these words, there was a flicker of pain in Oliver Hudson’s eyes, but his actions did not pause, he took Annie Anne’s hand and started wiping.
She struggled to pull her hand back, retreated a little like a frightened bird, hatred was uncontrollable in her eyes.
"Oliver Hudson! What do you want to do!"
There was a visible tremble in her voice.
"I beg you, let us be, mother and daughter. We will never appear in front of you again."
Oliver Hudson looked startled. The hand holding the towel awkwardly froze mid-air.
The woman’s hateful and fearful gaze was like one sharp invisible knife after another, stabbing deep into the softest part of his heart.
Each knife was wet with blood, leaving countless wounds.
Oliver Hudson gave a bitter laugh, he lowered his gaze, his voice held a subtle plea.
"Annie, be good, give me a chance to atone. Okay?"
"Atone?"
Annie Anne sneered, her eyes filled with an unfathomable chill.
She lowered her gaze, laughing, "It’s too late, Oliver Hudson. You have not experienced what I have. How can you empathize?"
Her voice softened, she looked up at the man in front of her. The deepest memory in her heart was awakened. No matter how she tried to let it go, reconciliation was not possible.
She whispered softly, "Oliver Hudson, let me go, let yourself go as well."