Charlotte Thompson had made up her mind not to have any entanglements with him, yet Ethan Allen was unwilling to let go.
For him, this was the lifeline, the golden treasure. Thus, how could he easily give up?
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"Charlotte, you know, I wouldn’t have disturbed you if I didn’t have no other choice. After the company went bankrupt, my life has not been easy either..."
As Ethan suddenly started playing the victim, attracting curious gazes from the others, Charlotte Thompson wasn’t swayed, and pushed him away directly.
She spoke coldly, "What does the state of the Allen family have to do with me? I am Charlotte Thompson, not Sophie Allen, stop playing the victim here."
"I just wonder who could be so dead-set on seeing me?"
What does the Allen family’s experience matter? Who knows how much more desperate the betrayal and abandonment she had experienced beforehand were, and who was it thanks to?
Ethan Allen didn’t want to give up and clung onto her, "I’m sorry, I was wrong...I failed your mother back then. It was my fault Mia Stewart and Emily Allen could harm you and Aunt Watson. I’m sorry, I now realize my mistake..."
Ethan earnestly regretted, tearfully admitting his errors, yet in Charlotte’s eyes, he seemed ridiculous.
Would Ethan have this realization if she weren’t Charlotte Thompson? If she had died or fallen to rock bottom after the previous betrayal and hurt, or wasn’t the designer JOY, would he?
She knew Ethan best—he was a man who would abandon everything for his own gain.
No matter how much Ethan played the victim or how much the surrounding people sighed and tried to incite her to forgive the elderly man before her.
But Charlotte Thompson just lived for herself now and did what she believed was right. Moral coercion only gave evildoers infinite opportunities to exploit loopholes.
She would never give such a chance again.
She pulled Ethan up, giving him a false impression that she was going to forgive him.
Then, she clapped her hands. Seeing her actions, Ethan’s face stiffened.
Not until Charlotte spoke up: "Stop it. I just want to ask one thing, if I were still a poor girl needing your aid, hiding in a corner, would you still come to me?"
Charlotte Thompson glared at him, as if interrogating Ethan Allen.
Ethan trembled, but still forcefully managed to say: "Of course!"
"Bullshit!" Charlotte Thompson slammed the table, startling Ethan. It appeared that he was too old to withstand such a fright.
Ethan trembled continuously, his disconcertion evident on his face after his intentions had been revealed.
Charlotte Thompson brushed her fingers over the table and continued her sarcasm: "Come to me? If I were of no use to you, you would wish I were dead and out of your sight, right? Ah, such is your attitude toward your very own daughter, isn’t it?"
Watching Charlotte Thompson sneer, Ethan felt a chill down his spine.
He wanted to refute, but could only stutter, "No...Charlotte, you misunderstood me."
"I’ve told you to stop calling me; you don’t have the right."
Ethan was once again rendered speechless. He looked at the assertive and aggressive Charlotte Thompson in front of him and strangely felt her unfamiliar.
As expected, she deserved to be renamed Charlotte Thompson, she really was not the Sophie Allen from before.
Seeing the retreating Ethan, Charlotte showed no signs of softening. She was clear about his ulterior motives. If she didn’t give him a piece of her mind at the moment, he might really think that she was naïve enough to offer him something.