Single Mom's Sweet Husband by Charlotte

As she watched a hateful Charlotte walk over, Elaine did not show the slightest bit of anxiety.

"Where's my dad?"

Charlotte's shoulders were shaking slightly. She clenched her fists and looked at Elaine in front of her.

"Can't you tell what's going on?"

Elaine's face was filled with disdain. She let out a cold snort and was about to turn around to leave when she was stopped by Charlotte who was standing behind her.

"I want to see... him."

In the end, Charlotte did not say the word 'corpse' out loud. As she looked at the huge photo frame placed in the middle of the room, her black eyes filled with tears, but she did not let them fall. "There are only ashes left. Since you're here now, you can still send your father on his way."

Elaine suddenly approached Charlotte, and continued with a vicious tone, "You don't want to make trouble at your father's funeral, do you? So it's best if you behave."

Since her back was facing the main room, Elaine did not see the boy rushing toward her.

"Mom."

Elaine turned her head to look at the boy who was hugging her thigh. She smiled and lifted him up. She gently stroked the boy's hair and pretended to be sad as she said, "Alistair, let's go see your father and let him see you again."

"Okay."

Although he did not quite understand what had happened, the boy in Elaine's arms still nodded.

As she looked at the people coming and going, who continued to pay their respects, Charlotte gripped her collar tightly in her hands. She slowly sat down against the wall, looking in a somewhat sorry state. She seemed to have become an orphan without any parents...

At that moment, Shane, who had just arrived at the office, was stopped by Zoe. He was shrouded by a bad mood in an instant. Cole, who had been following him, gave Zoe a look, but she turned a blind eye to it.

"Mr. Fuller, this is an invitation from the Emerson Corporation." "Tell me about it." Shane spat coldly. He didn't even look at the white invitation that Zoe handed him.

"The Emerson Corporation's Timothy Emerson passed away a few days ago. A wake is being held today. You..."

Before Zoe could finish her words, the white invitation in her hand was quickly snatched away.

"Why didn't you tell me when it happened?"

was a flash of malice in Shane's eyes, which made Cole, who

in that unknown town when it

on purpose. Otherwise, it would

a stack of documents in her arms, but she did not hand them

Shane, who had just only stepped into the office, disappeared again before her eyes. Zoe shook her

over to the Emerson family's place with Braden once she heard the

"Don't worry."

Braden kept comforting her.

Why did I only get this news today? Where

that she had not been informed of this

but he left in a hurry. I think that he has

should we do? Lottie will definitely

kept muttering to herself, putting her

the Emersons', Anne did not dare to step into the house. She was afraid that she would see a scene that she could not accept. "Let's

put his hand gently on Anne's shoulder and half-pushed the latter in step

at the two people who came in

"Where is Shane?"

should be in

she shook off Braden's hand and ran

came with Braden, not many people dared to stop

undoubtedly became the focus of everyone's

Elaine saw Shane coming over, she was also slightly surprised. Originally, she had sent him an invitation experimentally, but she did not really expect him to come. However, it didn't matter anymore.

"Mr. Fuller."

to be sad as she looked at Shane who was walking toward her. She picked up Alistair and went over to greet

his eyes were continuously focused on the woman who was awkwardly squatted on the ground, hugging her knees. She looked as if she was in a

"Follow me.'

attention to Elaine beside him. He walked over and stood in front of Charlotte.

"Shane."

in front of her, Charlotte's tear could no longer be controlled. Fat tears flowed out

the door, was about to run over, but was

becoming slightly more important in

"Don't go."

raised his eyebrows meaningfully and continued, "Go pay your