There seems to be a light flashing in Olivia’s big eyes. After hearing Charlotte’s words, she nodded seriously, as if she was accomplishing an extremely important task.
Charlotte smiled in relief, stood up, took her hand, and continued to walk towards the school gate. Follow current novels on NoveI(F)ire.net
The distance from the kindergarten to the hospital is only half an hour, but for some reason, at this moment, Charlotte wishes that this road could be longer, much longer.
Holding Olivia’s hand, when they arrived at the door of the ward, they could hear a woman’s soft mumbling from inside the room through the door.
Charlotte lowered her gaze, suddenly losing the courage to open the door.
She knew what would happen next. Annie would recognize her daughter, and Olivia could truly have the companionship of her biological parents.
She should be happy, shouldn’t she?
She tried to smile, but it was a strained and grimacing smile. Even Olivia seemed to notice that something was wrong. She just lowered her head to look at their intertwined hands, gently saying, "Mommy, you’re shaking."
Charlotte’s body stiffened, but she didn’t respond.
A few seconds passed. Her cold hand was enveloped in a warm little hand. Olivia earnestly covered her hand, sounding exceptionally serious, "Mommy, are you cold now?"
At the sound of her words, Charlotte’s heart ached. She turned away, laughed lightly, and softly said, "Mommy isn’t cold. Let’s go in."
With that, she seemed to muster all her courage to push open the door in front of her. Even the hand that pushed the door was trembling slightly.
The sound of the door opening was moderate, neither loud nor soft, and the gaze of the two people inside the room simultaneously shifted to them.
Charlotte pulled Olivia to stand in place, looking at Annie Anne, who was pale as death on the hospital bed.
Annie’s eyes were red and swollen, as if she had just cried. After seeing Charlotte and Olivia, her dull gaze focused again.
Only Charlotte clearly saw the light gradually brightening in Annie’s lifeless eyes.
Charlotte pursed her lips, looking down at Olivia, and whispered, "Annie, go ahead, Mommy needs you."
Upon hearing this, the little girl timidly widened her eyes. It seemed that she remembered what Charlotte had just said to her. She nodded vigorously, letting go of Charlotte’s hand, and with steady steps in her little leather shoes, walked forward.
Charlotte watched her back, at a loss for words.
On the hospital bed, Annie stared blankly at the little girl coming toward her, her mouth opened and closed a few times, but she couldn’t say a word.
Suddenly, she turned her head and covered her mouth with her hands as she began to sob.
What expression should she use to face her own Annie?
The years of forgetting and owing to Olivia felt like a mountain in her heart, pressing on her chest mercilessly. Even her breathing hurt.
King Samuel stood aside, unable to bear the sight and turned his head away.
However, Charlotte looked up at Annie with slightly red eyes and whispered softly, "Annie, she’s right in front of you."
Annie was crying so hard that she couldn’t speak. She turned her head and tried to get out of bed, but her legs were so weak she fell to the floor.
Charlotte and King Samuel both tensed their gazes and started to run over, but they were stopped by Annie’s voice.
Charlotte blinked her eyes, holding back her tears. Only after rubbing the moisture at the corner of her eyes did she turn around to look on.
Annie sat on the floor, her line of sight level with Charlotte’s. Her face, devoid of all trace of colour, was soaked in luminous tears, and her eyes were filled with unspeakable sorrow.
But it was clear, despite it all, she was happy.
Olivia pursed her lips; tears spun in her eyes but, stubborn as she was, she refused to let them fall.