Single Mom's Sweet Husband by Charlotte

"Don't fret," cooed Charlotte as she patted her daughter's back in an attempt to soothe her terror.

Seeing the little child standing next to Charlotte only fueled Timothy's fury. He berated bluntly, "You unfilial daughter! To think you have the face to return! You even brought..." Before he could speak the disrespectful words of her daughter, Charlotte shot him an ice-cold glare.

All of a sudden, Timothy found his words lodged in his throat.

"We meet again after many years, Mr. Emerson. You're still as vigorous as you were in your youth! You still never hesitate to lash out at people."

Initially, she had harboured a slight sense of guilt toward her father, but now that he had laid out these unsympathetic words for her to hear, the loathing in her only grew.

Once again, the atmosphere fell into a state of tension. Elaine stood up and stepped between the two, pretending to be a peacemaker.

"Timothy, Lottie hasn't come back for five years! What are you doing?" Elaine then turned to look at Charlotte. "Lottie, you too. You know very well that your father is ill, why are you still being so difficult?"

Charlotte scoffed. The coldness emanating from within her eyes multiplied with every second her gaze lingered on Elaine.

Meanwhile, Timothy had made his way downstairs and seated himself on the sofa. As he heard Charlotte snort, his wrath peaked once again.

said, "Last I heard, you wanted to cut ties

weakness. "Your gate? Shall I remind you that this house is my

hand above their heads, Charlotte' s stony words interrupted his actions. "Timothy Emerson, if you were to deliver this slap, you will never have me as your daughter from today onward." Timothy snapped back to his senses and his hand froze midair.

out from behind Charlotte. She looked up at

the sight of the wee being. Her

starting to steer off

acknowledgment and scurried off

Alistair awoke, he would look for Timothy, for he always doted on

rubbed the sleep from his eyes drowsily while

the sight of his young son, Timothy's features

slide between the two. She hoisted Alistair into her arms and stood by Timothy's

to Alistair with a loving smile. "Good boy, Alistair! Have you

and replied, "Yes, I have. Today, the teacher even rewarded me with a little red

little Alistair is just doing so great!" As she said such words, her gaze intentionally lingered on

The three of us are a happy family. You are the outsider