Oliver Hudson’s eyes also showed a hint of surprise, but he quickly composed himself, nodding his head towards Charlotte Thompson.
His gaze fell on Olivia Thompson, who was standing behind Charlotte. Complex emotions rippled in his grey-black eyes.
Grace Thompson had been whispering to Olivia from the back until she noticed Olivia’s sudden stunned expression, causing her grip on Olivia’s hand to tighten involuntarily.
Despite Grace’s usually quirky and eccentric personality, she had a delicate and sensitive mind. She didn’t know what had happened between the adults, but she noticed the change in Olivia.
Ever since Olivia had returned from visiting Auntie Annie.
Olivia looked at Oliver Hudson’s handsome face, took a few steps forward, and softly called out.
Watching this, Charlotte couldn’t help but feel a heartache over Olivia’s obedience.
She often wished that Olivia wouldn’t be so obedient.
She was just a four-year-old child, yet she had to withstand so much.
Oliver Hudson’s body shuddered in an instant, his hand that was hanging at his side clenched involuntarily. He bent down and delicately touched Olivia’s soft hair.
A virtually inaudible grunt emitted from his throat as he realized that his hand was cold, so he pulled it back from mid-air.
"How is mommy’s health?" Olivia asked, her tiny face tilted up to look at Oliver Hudson.
Oliver Hudson swallowed, standing up slowly as his clothes emitted a faint rustling sound.
"The doctor said mommy is slowly recovering. She should be able to be discharged from the hospital soon."
Oliver Hudson’s voice was slightly hoarse, as though microscopic bits of gravel were rubbing together, deep and husky.
Olivia blinked, turning to look at Charlotte beside her.
Charlotte understood, she bent down and took Olivia’s hand.
"Do you miss mommy, Olivia?"
For some reason, Olivia seemed to hesitate before finally nodding her head.
"If that’s the case, I’ll take you to see mommy in a bit. Would you like to keep her company?"
Charlotte understood all too well, the complex emotions Olivia harbored towards Annie Anne.
After all, blood is thicker than water.
Olivia hugged Charlotte and agreed to her suggestion in her ear.
"Then, let’s have dinner first, Olivia. After we finish, we’ll go see mommy." As Charlotte spoke gently, Olivia nodded her agreement, and together with Grace, who had been waiting nearby, they finally entered the private room.
Charlotte turned to look at Oliver Hudson, who was standing a few steps away. His gaze remained fixed in the direction where Olivia had been standing.
"They look alike, don’t they?" Charlotte broke the silence.
Oliver hesitated for a moment, then slowly nodded.
Seeing Olivia standing before him just now, he felt as though he had returned to the past.
Seeing the little girl timidly looking at him, then running up to him, a sweet smile spread across her face.
"How is Annie doing now?"
Charlotte had been wanting to ask this question for a while, but never found the right time.
Mentioning this, a crease appeared between Oliver Hudson’s brows.
Seeing his expression, Charlotte didn’t need him to speak to know the answer. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by novel·fıre·net
Annie Anne had suffered a significant shock, and her mental health had long since collapsed. Moreover, she had chosen to regain her memories after losing them. The impact on Annie was even greater, and recovery would be far from easy.
Charlotte knew that with Oliver’s ability, finding the very best psychiatrist in the world to treat Annie would be easy.