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Regret Novel 181

A thought flashed through her mind.

Child abuse.

Charlotte stopped in her tracks, glancing back at Hans, who was curled up behind the flowerbed, quietly sobbing. She hesitated for half a minute before walking over. Hans wiped at his tears, only to see someone holding out a tissue to him.

He looked up, dazed for a few seconds, then pushed her hand away. “You’re a bad person. I don’t want anything from you!”

Charlotte didn’t take offense. “If I were really a bad person, I would’ve thrown you out of here already.”

Hans clenched his little fists, his lips trembling as he stayed silent.

“How did you get hurt on your leg?” she asked.

At that, Hans quickly tugged down his pant leg to hide it, unease and fear flashing

in his eyes.

Charlotte caught the look on his face. “Was it your mother who did this to you?”

“…No,” he whispered, barely audible.

His mom only hit him because he misbehaved. She loved him, didn’t she?

“Did you tell Mr. Howard?”

never hurt me! Never!” Hans suddenly clapped his hands over

she might have crossed a line. After all, he wasn’t her child–why

when she nearly ran into Genevieve head–on. Genevieve saw Hans running off in tears, then spotted Charlotte, and immediately assumed the worst. “Charlotte, why are you picking on a kid? Even if

Charlotte couldn’t help but laugh. “If I really wanted to do

face darkened. The memory of the

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glare with resentment. “Just because Grandma likes you, don’t get too full of yourself! I’m warning you–my brother adores Hans. If Hans is ever hurt, he

Charlotte brushed right past her, unbothered. “If you’ve got a problem, go whine

and walked away

seethed, but she had to admit Charlotte wasn’t the same as she used to be–she

to Evander. She hadn’t actually seen Charlotte bully Hans, but the way she described

Evander received the message, his hand paused, cigarette poised between his

and Hans wouldn’t

drag, Evander stubbed out the cigarette, picked up his phone, and called Linette. “Try to keep Hans away

Genevieve’s complaint, she realized Charlotte had spoken to her son. But she wasn’t worried–her son always listened to

Jonathan. “Mrs. Fontaine is

isn’t she?”

Mrs. Fontaine, urging her to find some excuse–be it a business trip or a vacation–to leave the city and stay far

some documents, sounding indifferent. “My people are watching. She won’t

Evander’s hands.”

“It’s been a few days since we’ve seen