Justin Battleson made no move, the faint sound of his laughter suddenly filled the air. He softly said, "Five years ago when Evelyn Curtis replaced you, I was somewhat incredulous."
"Therefore, in these five years, I have only ever given her money and the stepping stones she wanted to tread on. As for the genuine affection she wanted, I never gave it." ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel⸺fire.net
He murmured to himself, "It was only when the truth was revealed that I realized everything has changed."
Charlotte Thompson closed her eyes, unable to reply.
Justin Battleson suddenly turned to look at her, his tone was unusually serious.
"Fortunately, you are still here."
"Whether you are Charlotte Thompson or Sophie Allen, I want to say that I have always loved you."
His words were soft, each one landing heavily in the softest part of Charlotte’s heart.
"You are the first person I loved and will be the last."
Upon hearing his words, Charlotte stiffened, a flash of obvious panic crossing her eyes.
She hesitated, avoiding his gaze, "I did not come home last night, the children must be worried. I need to go."
Having said that, she moved to leave once again, her figure quickly disappearing as before.
Justin Battleson dropped his gaze, concealing the lingering sense of loss in his eyes.
Fleeing and avoiding the subject, was it because she didn’t love him?
Or was it because she had fallen in love with Henry Hudson?
A dull pain crossed his mind, Justin Battleson rubbed his temples. His eyes were filled with fatigue, the thought in his heart was clear.
Five years ago, a divorce certificate became an insurmountable chasm between them.
But now, he didn’t want to give up, and he absolutely would not.
After leaving the hospital, Charlotte Thompson tried to get rid of the chaotic thoughts in her mind. With mixed feelings, she drove back to the hotel.
After pushing open the doors to the children’s rooms, Charlotte stood at the door, looking somewhat helpless at the scene inside.
Grace Thompson could always sleep more, currently, she was lying in bed, deeply asleep. As for Hank Thompson, he was even worse. With his boisterous nature, he couldn’t hold still, he was now squatting on the floor enthusiastically playing with building blocks.
Jack Thompson was squatting next to him, looking bewildered at Hank Thompson’s so-called new game methods.
Only Cyrus Thompson and Chad Thompson were a bit more mature, both sitting quietly on chairs reading books.
Charlotte Thompson slightly frowned.
She took out her phone and walked into her room while dialing a number.
In a few seconds, the call was answered, the familiar voice of a man came from the other end.
"Hello, Charlotte, what’s up?"
Charlotte sat on the bed, sighed in response, her voice filled with worry, "Big brother, the kids are running wild in the hotel, some are playing, some are sleeping, this can’t go on ."
After hearing her words, Henry Thompson fell silent for a few seconds, then reciprocated, "What do you think we should do then?"
"I haven’t figured it out yet," Charlotte paused, then asked, "what about letting Jordan take them back to Ashton to continue kindergarten?"
Upon hearing this, Henry Thompson frowned in disapproval, "Ashton is too far away, it’s not good for the children to travel such a long distance. Instead, let’s have them attend kindergarten here in Druarus, and stay in Druarus a little bit longer. Then you can take them to live in our villa."
He paused before adding, "After all, even if the hotel is ours, it’s still not as comfortable as living in a villa."