Jordan Thompson was mid-rant when Charlotte Thompson interrupted him. Taken aback, he was momentarily shocked into silence.
He tried to defend himself, therefore stating with persistence, "Hey, Sis, why are you yelling at me? I didn’t say anything wrong."
Realizing her abruptness, Charlotte sighed helplessly, saying softly, "I’m fine. You go on. I want to be alone."
Upon hearing this, Jordan couldn’t say anything else.
Feeling a little awkward, he rubbed his nose, exchanged a look with Hank Thompson, stood up, and said, "Well, Sis, I’ll go ahead then. Don’t let that man ruin your mood; he’s not worth it."
After saying this, he walked to the door and exited the room.
Seeing this, Hank and everyone else hoped that their mother would sort herself out. Leaving the room one by one, they consciously provided Charlotte with a quiet environment.
The room once more returned to silence. Charlotte walked over to close the curtains, casting the room in a dim light. She lethargically sat in a chair. Her usually cold eyes finally showed a hint of vulnerability.
At this moment, her mind was filled with Justin Battleson’s every word from their phone conversation a few minutes earlier.
The aftermath hit her like a knife stabbing her heart, leaving her in silent but excruciating pain.
She tilted her head slightly, feeling a strange emptiness in her heart.
The silence in the large room was suddenly interrupted by the loud ring of a mobile phone. It took Charlotte a few seconds to take her phone out of her bag, swipe the screen, and answer the call.
The name showing on the incoming call made her feel a bit dazed.
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"Charlotte, are you okay?"
Charlotte hummed in affirmation, answering with a bitter smile, "You’ve heard already?"
On the other end, Annie had just finished shooting an advertisement and was now sitting in the dressing room removing her makeup.
She glanced idly at herself in the mirror, her heavy makeup almost completely removed.
Even without makeup, she possessed a fresh and riveting charm.
Upon hearing Charlotte’s dejected words, she sighed, saying, "The mysteries of love, eh? Charlotte, do you not even understand yourself anymore?"
"Annie, you don’t need to comfort me. I’m really fine, just a bit tired." Charlotte leaned her head back, a hint of emotion in her voice. "Now that things have come to this point, I’ll just take it one step at a time."
In response, Annie chuckled quietly, an obvious note of admiration in her voice. "That’s more like you."
Meanwhile, the makeup artist was almost finished removing her makeup.
Annie placed her phone on speaker mode on the table, then tied up her loose hair with an elastic band.
Seeming to remember something, she asked, "The kids are still in Druarus, right?"
Charlotte nodded, responding, "Yes, they are. What is it?"
"Perfect timing," Annie continued, glancing at the time. "I’m almost done with work here and it’s still early. How about you bring the kids out and we all have dinner together?"
Upon hearing this, Charlotte remembered that the last time Annie had invited them to a meal, the children couldn’t come due to the inappropriate setting.
Annie hadn’t officially met the children since her last visit to Druarus.
Fearing that Charlotte might decline, Annie added hurriedly, "Charlotte, don’t forget, I am the children’s godmother. You’re not so cruel as to deny me a look at my godchildren, are you?"
There was a clear teasing tone in her voice.