Chapter 476: Chapter 476: Biological Mother
Hearing up to here, Charlotte Thompson narrowed her eyes and the corner of her mouth curved into a smile.
From the look of things now, Annie Anne must have been living quite well recently.
After pondering for a moment, Charlotte slightly raised her head, and the image of little Annie sitting quietly in a corner suddenly surfaced in her mind.
A few dozen minutes ago, several children were neatly sitting in her room. Even though only Hank Thompson came forward to talk to her, she still keenly took note of every child.
Olivia Thompson was very sensible, but only Charlotte knew, she was in fact a very fragile little girl at heart.
The child’s face was always adorned with a light, carefree smile. Her slightly curled bangs and her long eyelashes just above her eyes could skillfully conceal her emotions and her confusion and panic at times.
She liked to sit in a corner, trying to minimize her presence.
Sometimes, she shyly smiled, every casual move she made resembled someone dramatically.
She resembled her biological mother, Annie Anne.
Charlotte blinked slightly, the dim light in the room coming in could easily make someone feel drowsy.
But the complicated thoughts in her mind were like a long thread being wound by some unseen force, making it impossible for her to comprehend.
She sighed heavily, as just a little while ago she had truly wanted to decline Annie Anne’s invitation.
Not because she didn’t want to see her, but because the emotions in her heart were really too hard to control.
The overwhelming irritation almost uprooted her.
But she couldn’t be so cruel as to deprive Olivia Thompson of the chance to see her mother.
She knew in her heart that Olivia Thompson understood everything.
She missed her mother.
Standing up, Charlotte walked slowly to the window and stretched out her hand to open the curtains.
Almost in that instant, golden remnants of sunlight rushed in, dyeing the white sheets and quilt on the bed a warm orange color.
The room was filled with the gentle warmth gifted to the world by the setting sun.
Charlotte was slightly stunned.
Looking out of the window, she could see the bustling highway downstairs, where a mother was walking on the sidewalk, holding her young daughter’s hand.
The little girl seemed to be the same age as Olivia Thompson, excitedly holding her mother’s hand, bouncing forward with a SpongeBob balloon in her left hand.
The golden sunlight stretched the shadows of the two very long, creating a warm atmosphere.
Without realizing, Charlotte curved a smile on her lips, feeling somewhat sentimental.
If Annie Anne had not met Oliver Hudson, if Annie Anne hadn’t lost her memory...
Then perhaps Olivia Thompson wouldn’t be this sensitive and introverted now.
But instead, she would be just like any other child her age, happily holding her hand while crossing the street.
Similarly, she would be acting spoiled, asking Annie Anne to clean up the ice cream color smeared around her mouth from eating ice cream.
What a pity, there are no such ifs in this world.
Olivia Thompson knows far more than she can handle, so Charlotte can’t truly let her see herself as a mother.
All of it has to be completed by Annie Anne.
After standing for a few minutes, Charlotte changed her shoes and walked out the door, heading to the next room to check on the children.
The children were sprawled on the bed.
Seeing Charlotte come in, Hank, who was playing with Lego, paused his hands. Olivia, sitting on a chair and drawing with her head lowered, also raised her head to look at her.
Charlotte felt warmth in her heart, and said softly, "Babies, go and change your clothes. Mommy will take you out for dinner with Auntie today."