Upon hearing that, Jordan stopped talking and got out of the car. He bent over to lift a drowsy Grace from the backseat. Seeing the children get out of the car one after another, after a moment’s thought, he looked up and warned.
"Sis, we’re going up first, you come back soon."
Charlotte had already climbed into the driver’s seat. Upon hearing this, she responded, "I know, go ahead."
At her response, Jordan said no more and led the children upstairs, completely oblivious to a pair of eyes watching them from not far away.
After parking her car in the underground garage, Charlotte walked back.
She stood in front of the apartment complex and saw a figure approaching from not far away. As the street lamp finally lit up and she clearly saw the man’s face, she was not surprised at all.
She chuckles lightly, her tone somewhat sarcastic.
"What, Mr. Battleson, won’t even let me take leave now?" She looked up at the man, her defenses up like a hedgehog, focusing all of its barbs at him. She continued, "Or are you saying, I can’t even have my own personal space now?"
Her tone was extremely cold, as if dealing with a thorough enemy.
Justin Battleson extinguished his cigarette, with a wisp of lingering smoke lingering in front of him.
The scent of the fresh rainwater and tobacco mingled together, surprisingly not unpleasant.
He looked down, laughing self-deprecatingly, "I just wanted to see you."
"There’s nothing good to see about me." Charlotte crossed her arms and scoffed lightly. "Whether it’s watching or spying, I’m sure Mr. Battleson knows it himself."
"I know you’ve just returned from Henry."
Justin smiled bitterly, "I can give you what he can, why do you..."
"Mr. Battleson." Charlotte interrupted him, gave him a glance, sighed almost imperceptibly, but there was still a flash of coldness in her eyes, "There’s no need for you to do this. You should have your own life, why bother?"
She imagined the end countless times in her heart, only to have it shattered piece by piece by reality.
She should have her own life now, and so should he.
The cold wind rustled, lifting Charlotte’s hair and hem of her clothes, her eyes remained cold as usual, but also a bit daunting.
Looking at her, Justin Battleson suddenly felt dazed.
What had happened to Charlotte along the way that had changed her into this impenetrable, stubborn woman?
The fond memory of the bright beige hue at the bottom of his heart seemed to have once again broken through his memory, gradually becoming clearer.
Charlotte was taken aback for a moment, then laughed at herself a few times.
Where did she change?
She didn’t know either.
Ever since the truth of everything came to light, when she sent Evelyn Curtis to prison to fend for herself, she had already changed.
Perhaps the internet was right, she was indeed ruthless.
What made Charlotte feel dazed was that in the blink of an eye, so much time had passed since these events.
She could hardly remember the way Evelyn Curtis hysterically lay on the ground cursing her.
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The name Evelyn Curtis, perhaps, was indeed like a vicious curse cast on her, preventing her from ever rising again.
Charlotte took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and when she reopened them, her eyes were clear.
"Justin Battleson, you can tell me now what you’re doing here?"