Single Mom's Sweet Husband by Charlotte

"I want to contact him, but I can't," Christopher replied.

There was no way for a person to contact himself.

"Ah," Charlotte said and instantly became dejected. "He's such a poor thing. If only I could help him."

"I'm glad you're thinking this way." Deep down, however, he was somewhat disappointed.

That little girl.

The little girl, whom the little boy had been looking for, had forgotten about this incident.

But on second thought, it was good this way as well. Remembering meant shouldering responsibilities. Most of the time, forgetting was bliss.

"Do you still know anything else about him? Perhaps, we can think of a way to find him and help him," Charlotte thought optimistically.

"Do you really want to know?"

Charlotte nodded her head seriously.

"Where should I start..." Christopher thought.

Christopher took a sip of water, cleared his throat and began telling the story from the beginning.

When he was a child, the little boy had low self-esteem. He was weak and was often bullied by others.

When he was three, his mother remarried the son of a well-known family. Since then, the little boy had lived a life of depending on others. Although he was still the young master of the family, he had always been left out by the family.

The little boy lived enduring the humiliation. His only wish was to find his own father and to escape his current life of living below others.

However, his actual father had given up on him for the sake of his own reputation.

'After he told me that he was going to look for his father, I never saw him again," Christopher concluded his story on a rainy night.

On this rainy night, the little boy went to look for his father, and since then, there had been no news from him.

The rims of Charlotte's eyes turned red. "Didn't his father want him? You said that you haven't seen him after he left, but then said he was abandoned by his biological father. Perhaps he was protected by his biological father?" "I hope so too," Christopher answered with a smile and reached out to wipe her tears. "Why are you crying? Idiot."

"I feel so sorry for the little boy. He's had a hard time."

"Let's just hope that when he appears again, he will have taken back everything he wants."

"But instead, I hope that he can live a happy life beside his biological father and live happily without having to depend on others."

"That's impossible." Christopher thought.

"Because his biological father was already dead."

Christopher's smile widened, but his heart was bleeding. As he comforted Charlotte, was there anyone who could comfort him?

"You really can't find him?" Charlotte asked, not giving up.

can't find

that I'm in a pretty bad state as well. But I've made it through and I hope that he can make it through as well, and then stand blissfully under the rays of sunlight." As she spoke, Charlotte had a smile on her face. One day, she would investigate everything

Christopher was stunned.

help but

Emerson Corporation...

tragic death without a reason, and her father married a woman of the same age as her. She

life had been hopeless from the beginning, her life had

They were both pitiful.

destined to meet

a return ticket for the seven

so tired that she fell asleep on the high-speed train. Upon arriving at their

then that she realized that she slept leaning against his shoulder. She quickly apologized, "Sorry, I fell asleep and

okay, you're not

an

Charlotte refused. She had caused him enough

home, Charlotte

famous young celebrity, Tiffany Allen, was on her concert

wearing were the exact same

who entered the hotel with Shane the other

correctly, NC's ambassador at

a sharp pain. Her face was pale and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. After

this was what heartbreak felt

face was pale as she laughed

Shane said that he would only defend her in front of outsiders. It turned out that

was not bad at all. She was fairskinned, beautiful, and had long legs. She had a pure and sweet

were perfect for

her tired body

make dinner for herself. When she was cutting vegetables, she accidentally cut her hand. Blood flowed out, dying her slender,

her wound hastily and went downstairs

blood on her hand, the driver asked tensely, "Are

lips had lost

almost there. Hold on, we're almost

very nice. Not only did he send her to the hospital, but he also took her to the

offered to pay him a larger tip, but the driver refused. He didn't even leave his name and left right

application to book a taxi. She could reward the driver on her application. She was thinking that since she delayed the driver, she would definitely have to

up to

she had completed her treatment,

must be a hallucination. Why would Anne

you, oh my

raised her

of her other

"You guys?"

going on?"

dropped so wide that she

"I just came for a marriage check-up before getting