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Chapter 181

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?”

me! Never!” Hans suddenly clapped his hands over his ears

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

was about to leave 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 you can’t stand Tricia’s son, you have no right

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

memory of the

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you, don’t get too full of yourself! I’m warning you–my

right past her, unbothered. “If you’ve got a problem,

and walked away

she had to admit Charlotte wasn’t the same as she

fuming, Genevieve fired off a message to Evander. She hadn’t actually seen Charlotte bully Hans, but the way she described it, you’d think she

hand paused, cigarette poised between his

and Hans wouldn’t run into

stubbed out the cigarette, picked up his phone, and called Linette. “Try to keep Hans away from Charlotte,” he said. After a

had spoken to her son. But she

picked up her phone and called Jonathan. “Mrs. Fontaine is still out

isn’t she?”

her to find some excuse–be it a business trip or

his institute, leafed through some documents, sounding indifferent. “My people are watching.

Evander’s hands.”

laced with allure. “It’s been a few days since we’ve seen

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