Fled With CEO’s Twin Babies by Sherri Roman

Chapter 638 Grandpa Wanted to See You
The maternity matron was obviously very aggrieved. “I’ve taken care of dozens of children before, but I’ve never seen one
as noisy as this…”
Charlotte said gently, “Maybe the child is not used to a strange place. I’ll go and have a look.”
When she entered the room, Old Mr. Clinton was holding the child in his arms and coaxing him softly. However, the child
did not give him any face and cried loudly.
Seeing that her face had turned red, Charlotte quickly stepped forward and said, “Let me try.”
Seeing her coming over, Old Mr. Clinton heaved a long sigh of relief and carefully put the child in her arms. “Everyone has
tried, but she always cries. I’m so old that I’m about to…”
Old Mr. Clinton looked at Charlotte incredulously. The child who had been crying just now gradually quieted down in
Charlotte’s arms. Although he was still humming in a low voice, it was obvious that he was no longer crying.

“You…” Old Mr. Clinton didn’t give up and took the child from Charlotte’s arms again. The child arched his body twice and
burst into tears again.
Old Mr. Clinton didn’t dare to try again and quickly returned the child to Charlotte. The child finally fell asleep after crying
for a long time.
Charlotte was also a little surprised. After thinking about it carefully, she sighed slightly and said, “My figure is similar to
Vivian’s. I’m afraid she thinks of me as her mother.”
Seeing that the child was asleep, the maternity matron hurried forward to take the child.
Perhaps because she was too tired, she didn’t notice that she had been replaced. Seeing that she had been successfully
handed over to the maternity matron, everyone, who had been tortured for two whole days, completely relaxed.
Old Mr. Clinton coughed softly and glanced at Charlotte. “Why did the housekeeper say that you brought a man back?”
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Charlotte did not expect the housekeeper to remember to report the situation to Old Mr. Clinton even in such a busy
situation. She immediately looked at Old Mr. Clinton awkwardly.
She hemmed and hawed, “It’s Mr. J that you think is good…”
Old Mr. Clinton eyes lit up, but he still maintained a serious expression on his face. “Bring him up for me to see.”
“Are you sure?” Charlotte hesitated for a moment and looked at Old Mr. Clinton. Was there anything wrong with his
anger?
Old Mr. Clinton widened his eyes. “What? You didn’t bring it back for me to see, really?”
“Of course.” Charlotte smiled helplessly. “I hope you won’t be angry.”