"It's already late. It's not safe."

"But..."

"This is not a negotiation." Shane interrupted her.

Charlotte's heart grew even heavier. With newfound courage, she pushed him away and went downstairs.

Just as she reached the first floor.

Charlotte came face-to-face with Madam Fuller Senior.

"Lottie, it's late. Are you going back?" Madam Fuller Senior asked, seeing that she came downstairs and was walking towards the gate.

"Uhm... grandma, I have troubles sleeping on unfamiliar beds."

She had really come up with a bad excuse.

Madam Fuller Senior stood up with a smile and came over to Charlotte's side to hold her hand. "Did Shane bully you?"

The bitterness in Charlotte's heart, which had been shoved away, resurfaced at Madam Fuller Senior's question.

Charlotte gently shook her head without saying a word.

"I heard about it from Ms Laura. It was about the piano, wasn't it? Don't pay attention to him. He's been like this since he was a child. He even got upset towards me when I asked him why he stopped playing the piano." The old lady brought Charlotte to the sofa and sat the two of them down.

"Grandma, I'm sorry for worrying you."

"At such an age, there are not many things that I can worry about. On the day I have nothing else to worry about, I'll join my husband in the afterlife."

Madam Fuller Senior was very understanding.

This made Charlotte feel even guiltier.

"So, listen to grandma and stay here for tonight. You can go back after having breakfast with grandma tomorrow, alright??"

Just as Charlotte was about to reply, someone opened the door from the outside.

In the entryway, Raina, who was wearing a gown, put away her umbrella. Her gaze was fiery as it landed on Charlotte.

Madam Fuller Senior said calmly, "Raina, you're back."

"Yes, Mom. I'm back," Raina replied, suppressing her anger.

She walked towards Charlotte step by step.

Charlotte pursed her lips. Although she was unhappy, she still greeted Raina politely. "Hello, Aunt Raina."

Raina stood in front of her, ignoring her completely. "But Mother, why is this outsider here?"

Outsider.

the corner of her shirt

was not sad, but rather embarrassed. She did not want to stay here even for a second

come over for dinner. Do I need your approval

to have dinner with

Senior snorted coldly. "This house doesn't belong to

was shut down and looked at Charlotte with even more anger in her eyes. "Mom,

enough." A cold

Charlotte's mind was clouded.

held in his arms

but his grip

many times. This is the woman I've decided to be with. I will

grip on the sofa. She took in a deep breath and smiled gently but coldly. "Son, take a good look at this woman. What's so good about her? Is she good enough for you to..." "She doesn't need to be any better.

"You..."

speaking, Shane had already

Senior narrowed her

never differentiated between male

way, but Charlotte was an exception. He looked at her the

pass away, she would be satisfied. At least she would be able to explain to her husband that their grandson had been married. That

her

was brought back to the

that the piano was gone, but she did not ask

matter had endangered her relationship

She wouldn't ask anymore.

want to

only hoped that their relationship would be as calm and

seemed to have completed his task by

I sleeping here tonight? In your room?" She decided to ask, afraid that she

"Yes."

"Won't I disturb you?"

"No, you won't."

hesitating for a moment, Charlotte got under the covers. Nothing was more important

already extremely

for

would say more, but when

at her tranquil face and raised

else who lingered around

cold as he

person to survive on

But it was Charlotte.

telling her to keep off his business, there

for a while, Shane got up and went

best

one day in the future, he would not be able

The next day.

got up, changed and prepared to leave the

playing with Sheryl in the living room. Looking at the warm old lady, Charlotte was unable to refuse her offer to stay for breakfast. Since she had

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