Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte)

"I want to contact him, but I can't," Christopher replied.

There was no way for a person to contact himself.

"Ah," Charlotte said and instantly became dejected. "He's such a poor thing. If only I could help him."

"I'm glad you're thinking this way." Deep down, however, he was somewhat disappointed.

That little girl.

The little girl, whom the little boy had been looking for, had forgotten about this incident.

But on second thought, it was good this way as well. Remembering meant shouldering responsibilities. Most of the time, forgetting was bliss.

"Do you still know anything else about him? Perhaps, we can think of a way to find him and help him," Charlotte thought optimistically.

"Do you really want to know?"

Charlotte nodded her head seriously.

"Where should I start..." Christopher thought.

Christopher took a sip of water, cleared his throat and began telling the story from the beginning.

When he was a child, the little boy had low self-esteem. He was weak and was often bullied by others.

When he was three, his mother remarried the son of a well-known family. Since then, the little boy had lived a life of depending on others. Although he was still the young master of the family, he had always been left out by the family.

The little boy lived enduring the humiliation. His only wish was to find his own father and to escape his current life of living below others.

However, his actual father had given up on him for the sake of his own reputation.

'After he told me that he was going to look for his father, I never saw him again," Christopher concluded his story on a rainy night.

On this rainy night, the little boy went to look for his father, and since then, there had been no news from him.

The rims of Charlotte's eyes turned red. "Didn't his father want him? You said that you haven't seen him after he left, but then said he was abandoned by his biological father. Perhaps he was protected by his biological father?" "I hope so too," Christopher answered with a smile and reached out to wipe her tears. "Why are you crying? Idiot."

"I feel so sorry for the little boy. He's had a hard time."

"Let's just hope that when he appears again, he will have taken back everything he wants."

"But instead, I hope that he can live a happy life beside his biological father and live happily without having to depend on others."

"That's impossible." Christopher thought.

"Because his biological father was already dead."

Christopher's smile widened, but his heart was bleeding. As he comforted Charlotte, was there anyone who could comfort him?

"You really can't find him?" Charlotte asked, not giving up.

"No, I can't find him."

"If it's possible, I really want to give him a hug and tell him that I'm in a pretty bad state as well. But I've made it through and I hope that he can make it through as well, and then stand blissfully under the rays of sunlight." As she spoke, Charlotte had a smile on her face. One day, she would investigate everything and take back everything belonging to her.

Christopher was stunned.

He couldn't help but relate to Charlotte's background.

The Emerson Corporation... As well?

Her mother died a tragic death without a reason, and her father married a woman of the same age as her. She did not receive the news of her mother's death until only several days later.

If his life had been hopeless from the beginning, her life had been full of hope initially, but had suddenly been burned to ashes.

They were both pitiful.

Thus, he was destined to meet her.

Christopher had booked a return ticket for the seven o'clock train.

Charlotte was so tired that she fell asleep on the high-speed train. Upon arriving at their station, Christopher woke her up.

It was only then that she realized that she slept leaning against his shoulder. She quickly apologized, "Sorry, I fell asleep and didn't notice."

"It's okay, you're not heavy."

Charlotte gave an awkward smile.

Christopher offered to send her back, but Charlotte refused. She had caused him enough trouble.

On the way home, Charlotte saw a signboard.

The recent famous young celebrity, Tiffany Allen, was on her concert tour.

It was nothing much, but Charlotte noticed that the clothes she was wearing were the exact same outfit as the woman she saw in front of the hotel not long ago.

Was the woman who entered the hotel with Shane the other day Tifanny Allen?

If she had remembered correctly, NC's ambassador at the moment was also Tiffany.

For some unknown reason, Charlotte felt a trace of bitterness in her heart, followed by a sharp pain. Her face was pale and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. After taking a few deep breaths, she finally calmed down.

So this was what heartbreak felt like.

Charlotte's face was pale as she laughed self-deprecatingly.

This was why Shane said that he would only defend her in front of outsiders. It turned out that there was someone he liked.

Tiffany was not bad at all. She was fairskinned, beautiful, and had long legs. She had a pure and sweet appearance, with a lot of fans.

A perfect match. They were perfect for each other.

Charlotte dragged her tired body back home.

She wanted to make dinner for herself. When she was cutting vegetables, she accidentally cut her hand. Blood flowed out, dying her slender, pale palm red.

In a panic, she dressed her wound hastily and went downstairs to take a taxi to the hospital.

Seeing the blood on her hand, the driver asked tensely, "Are you all right, little girl?"

"I think so..." Charlotte's lips had lost their colour.

"We're almost there. Hold on, we're almost there."

The driver was very nice. Not only did he send her to the hospital, but he also took her to the emergency room.

Charlotte offered to pay him a larger tip, but the driver refused. He didn't even leave his name and left right after.

Fortunately, Charlotte had used a mobile phone application to book a taxi. She could reward the driver on her application. She was thinking that since she delayed the driver, she would definitely have to make

it up to them. "Lottie?"

As soon as she had completed her treatment, she heard someone calling her from a distance.

It must be a hallucination. Why would Anne appear in the hospital?

"It's really you, oh my god, Lottie."

Charlotte raised her head, confused.

Who would be standing in front of her other than Anne and Braden?

"You guys?"

"What's going on?" Charlotte thought.

After Anne's explanation, Charlotte's jaw dropped so wide that she could swallow an egg.

Anne was dispirited. "I just came for a marriage check-up before getting engaged to him. Do you have to be so surprised?"

"What's the date for your banquet?"

"It was originally on the 15th." This time it was Braden who answered. "But Shane went on a business trip, so we delayed it until the 17th. The day after he comes back."

Upon hearing the word "Shane", Charlotte froze.

Being her best friend Anne noticed her unusual behaviour and said, "You and Shane are..."

"We're fine."

"Then I won't ask. Let's go for a meal and then we'll take you home."

This night was actually quite joyful.

However, during the several times Braden mentioned Shane, she still could not control the sadness in her heart.

At night.

Charlotte was about to go to sleep, but as she was scrolling through Weibo, her pupils suddenly contracted. The title read-

"There is finally hard evidence of the love affair between Shane Fuller, the rich businessman and Tiffany Allen!"

In just ten minutes, Shane and Tiffany became the trending topic, followed by a small red "Viral" label.

Obviously, it was a hot topic that someone had published by paying.

News on Shane had always been strictly controlled. After all, this was related to the reputation of the NC Company. Usually, this kind of news would not be published.

Now that he was so easily trending, did it mean that he was the one who allowed Tiffany to get attention through him, or did he simply just want to publicize their relationship?

Charlotte felt breathless.

When she came back to her senses, the phone next to her kept ringing.

For a moment, she was hoping that the call was from Shane, but it was not. Anne was the one on the other end of the line.

"Don't worry. Braden said that he had never seen Shane take Tiffany to dinner. Shane only cares about you," Anne said. "Only cares about me?" Charlotte felt like it was a joke that was ridiculing her.

"Don't be nervous. Just wait for Shane to come back."

Charlotte's eyes drooped as she said calmly, "Hmm."

After the call ended, she launched Weibo again and looked at the photos. She felt that they were vaguely familiar.

This outfit...

The name of this hotel.

Wasn't it the day she saw both of them?

Why were these photos posted so many days after the date they were taken?

Charlotte wanted to take a closer look, but another call came in.

This time, the screen flashed with a large word, "Shane".