Chapter 489: Chapter 489: Hypocrite
Grace Thompson was soundly asleep in the big bed, her breathing steady and shallow,
Even Cyrus Thompson, who was holding a tablet and scrolling through it seriously, looked up, a coldness on his face that was strikingly similar to Justin Battleson.
The light was dim and their expressions unclear, but he could feel the hostility from the two children.
Mr. Ross, who was usually fearless and domineering in business, suddenly felt a little cowardly. He softly touched his nose and mumbled to himself,
These triplets are Charlotte Thompson’s biological children and his own kids are just adopted by her.
In the end, blood ties are the most important.
His chances of winning were not high, after all, the biological father of the three children was Justin Battleson, who was on par with him and even exceeded him in some areas.
If it had been someone else, he could have sworn confidently and even claimed that victory was a certainty, but his rival was Justin Battleson.
Unusually, Adam Ross was somewhat troubled.
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Suddenly, the sounds of rushed footsteps echoed in the quiet corridor, the noise of the rain outside almost instantaneously disappearing from Charlotte’s ears. She woke with alarm, immediately sat upright,
Gradually, an uneasy feeling surged in her heart.
She had a vague feeling that King Samuel was coming.
After only a few seconds, a tall figure appeared in Charlotte’s field of vision.
A hint of panic could be seen on the man’s face. He quickly glanced at every room number as he headed down the corridor.
Upon seeing the examination room, he hesitated barely and walked towards it.
The look in Charlotte’s eyes hardened, she instinctively stood up and called out to stop him.
"Stop!"
The man paused and turned around, seemingly only now noticing Charlotte.
He looked slightly stunned and asked, "What are you doing here?"
Charlotte scoffed, "Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?"
Her words were filled with obvious derision and even carried a hint of barely detectable coldness.
Sensing Charlotte’s hostility towards him, King Samuel turned around, his eyes full of confusion. "I don’t know what Miss Thompson knows or if there’s a misunderstanding or prejudice against me."
"Heh." Charlotte lowered her gaze to hide the flash of coldness in her eyes. "King Samuel, after all these years, don’t you feel a pang in your conscience?"
At her words, the color in King Samuel’s eyes suddenly turned cold.
He raised his head, the narrowing of his eyes exuding an oppressive aura.
His tone carried an obvious warning: "Miss Thompson, no matter what you know, you should understand that there are some things that should not be said."
At his words, Charlotte looked at him coldly: "Are you threatening me?"
As soon as her voice fell, the door to the examination room opened and the sound of wheels scraping against the floor could be heard. Annie was being pushed out by a nurse.
Her face was pale and she was still unconscious.
King Samuel raised his foot and wanted to follow without hesitation, however, Charlotte was quicker, and stood in front of him.
He furrowed his eyebrows and turned to the right, but Charlotte, with her expression cool, made the same step to the right.
Before he had a chance to speak, she pointed in the direction of the stairs, weighing each word heavily, "Get out."
King Samuel frowned: "Miss Thompson, you should know when to stop."
"The person who should know when to stop is you." Charlotte stared at him expressionless, a flash of disgust in her eyes, "Annie is like this now, it’s all your fault."
She took a step back and said, "King Samuel, stop pretending to be decent. You’re just taking advantage of Annie’s amnesia to brazenly be with her, right? Let me tell you, even so, your downfall is imminent."