Single Mom's Sweet Husband by Charlotte

Avery was prepared for Shane's advice. However, Shane just nodded and didn't say anything, which made Avery feel very surprised.

"You're not going to give me any advice?"

"Is there a need for it?"

"If this decision was made by Braden, would you advise him then?" Avery was curious.

"He's not that smart."

Avery immediately smiled.

Shane's meaning was very simple. If Avery was smart enough to make such a decision, it meant that he had considered the pros and cons. In that case, there was no need to persuade or remind him.

At this point, the discussion was over, but Avery had no intention of leaving. Instead, he asked for a cup of coffee and took out a stack of documents.

"Come on, let's continue with our work."

Sometimes, Charlotte really envied their energy to handle so many things. It had only been 30 minutes and she couldn't stand it anymore. She just wanted to find a place to rest.

It was a waste of time to think about official

business.

On the other side, in the orphanage.

Under the sun, the trees formed shades on the ground, and children were running around at the playground.

After Peter took the little girl to complete some paperwork, he took her home. Zoe's house was still being renovated, so she and Peter still lived together.

"Uncle Peter, I thought you wanted to leave me in the orphanage." The little girl climbed into the passenger seat and buckled her seat belt. "Why do you think so?"

child, my mother adopted me

the scar on her arm, "When I asked you the first

"I'm an orphan. Even if I was brought back from the orphanage, I was always abused. They treated me very well in front of outsiders. I don't know why they could do this. They could have treated me well, but they didn't do so." "Mr. Emerson said that you didn't want to leave for River City. Were you afraid of getting hurt

and took off his shirt, revealing the injuries on his shoulders and arms. "Don't be afraid. I have the same

you

Peter frowned.

you know that they must be your parents? You don't look like a child who has been abused at home. You've had a stroke of luck, haven't you?" "What a mischievous kid."

you think

and gently held his big hand. "Peter, I am an orphan, so I understand. I am

looked at her. Her eyes were as clear as his eyes in the

at him. "Peter, you like Zoe, don't

conversation shifted a little too

with her biological family and accepts the status quo. Everything

you're saying

whenever she looks at us. But whenever I mention my mother, she has a look of longing on her face, which means that her family

gradually believed in what the little girl said. He couldn't wait to ask,

up," the little girl replied. "That's why I said you would leave me in the orphanage, because if I were you, I

it, but you are the job

little girl smiled sweetly. "We'll be able to find our

a very

holding back. He should not have taken her words to heart, let alone take them seriously. However, he was actually looking forward to

the tablet

he ended up with no conclusive

just meant that he didn't have

was three years old, his name appeared on the household registration system out of nowhere. He then went to school, grew up,

Of course, he knew the year

his mobile phone with a trembling hand and made a phone call

when she suddenly heard the sound of something breaking. She immediately rushed out and saw Peter smashing everything in sight on the balcony. His hands and legs were covered in blood, and his eyes had turned red. He stood at