Hearing Olivia say this, Charlotte also found it difficult to say anything more.
After all, the pain that Annie experienced these past few years from not being able to stay with her biological mother was all too real.
She had no right to ask Annie to do anything.
So, with a sigh, she turned to look at Oliver Hudson, saying, "You’ve seen it for yourself. Since Annie doesn’t want to be with you, I’ll be taking her home for now. We’ll come to see Annie Anne again tomorrow. You take care of her here tonight."
Upon hearing this, Oliver naturally had no objections. He concealed the momentary sense of loss flashing in his eyes and forcibly pulled up a small smile at the corner of his mouth, saying softly, "Go ahead, I’ll be here."
Charlotte nodded, reaching out to hold Olivia’s hand, and was about to step out when she noticed Olivia resisting, standing still. Olivia looked up at Charlotte, her little face full of indecision, as though she was making a major decision.
Charlotte was slightly taken aback. She turned around, somewhat puzzled: "Olivia?"
Her voice was laced with confusion. Oliver also looked over, his hands clenched into fists nervously. His eyes were filled with anticipation,
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As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around and gave Annie Anne a worried glance.
This was the first time in all these years that Olivia had shown this type of expression. Charlotte was touched, her eyes a mix of emotions.
Did Annie want... to stay?
The understanding of a mere four-year-old was too mature, it made people feel sorry for her.
After thinking for a few seconds, she sighed and then gently asked: "Annie, are you sure you want to stay here?"
The little girl nodded without hesitation.
Charlotte asked again: "But didn’t you just say you didn’t want to be with your dad?"
Upon hearing this, the little girl looked at Annie Anne somewhat torn, unable to say anything for a moment.
Charlotte naturally understood her, so she turned to look at Oliver, who looked slightly taken aback, and said, "Annie wants to stay here. I’ll leave her in your care for now."
Hearing this, Oliver’s heart moved slightly and he fought down the joy in his heart and nodded.
Upon seeing his quick agreement, Charlotte deliberately examined Olivia’s face and noticed that the little girl did not look as repulsed as before. Rather, Olivia pursed her lips and, acting casual, she inconspicuously cast a glance at Oliver Hudson.
After settling the arrangements, Charlotte left the ward. Stepping out of the ward, she went directly into the one opposite. In the room, Jack Bryant was slumped in a chair, barely awake. Hearing the door open, he blinked his eyes open in a daze.
Upon recognizing Charlotte, he straightened up, his voice still nasal from sleep, "Miss, are you leaving now?"
"Yes, it’s getting late now." Charlotte lowered her gaze, somewhat puzzled, "Are the children still in the room? Given their character, they shouldn’t be staying put, should they?"
Hearing this, Jack Bryant also smiled and said: "I was just watching them from outside. The children split into two groups and went to find Mr. Battleson and Mr. Ross. They should be having a lively chat now."
Split into two groups?
Charlotte rubbed her temples, feeling a bit of a headache. She waved her hand and said: "Those kids are really mischievous, you go get them back."
Upon hearing this, Jack Bryant asked no more questions. He stood up straight away, circled around Charlotte, and stepped out of the room.