The next morning, sunlight streamed through the cracks in the curtains, spilling onto the carpet.
Charlotte opened her eyes just in time to see Emily changing the water at her bedside. Emily was surprised when she noticed Charlotte waking up. "Charlotte, you're awake!"Charlotte nodded silently. There was a faint sound coming from outside the door. Charlotte glanced over, her expression puzzled. Emily explained beside her, "Ian and Diana are both back, and your father is outside interrogating them."Charlotte's expression shifted slightly at that news. She looked somewhat anxious. This matter was clearly her own problem, yet it seemed her father was pursuing it as if her brothers and sister were solely responsible, which felt unfair to them. The guilt inside her intensified as she thought about it.Seeing Charlotte attempting to get up, Emily quickly intervened, "Hey, Charlotte, don't move! Your injuries haven't healed yet!"As if sensiOn this day, Charlotte's siblings took her to the hospital to visit Kingsley at Derek and Emily's insistence.At the hospital entrance, Freya and Chris chatted as they walked toward Kingsley's room. Charlotte's footsteps behind them were eager, and Diana held her back, squeezing her hand to calm her.Charlotte glanced at her sister, understanding the concern in Diana's eyes, biting her lip to suppress the impatience in her heart.She couldn't be blamed for being eager; since witnessing Kingsley jump from the school building rooftop, she hadn't exchanged a word with him.Their closeness was stark, yet they were almost separated by life and death. The image of Kingsley jumping from the building was like a nightmare etched in her mind.Thinking about it brought back that choking feeling, making her breath quicken. She forced herself to endure it, following her siblings into the exclusive elevator that took them straight to Kingsley's floor.&nb
Kingsley knew deep down that Charlotte wasn't that kind of person, but the beast suppressed within him was roaring uncontrollably, and the malice rooted in the marrow of his bones surged through him, causing even his blood to boil.His eyes turned cold and gloomy as he glanced towards Charlotte's siblings, emotions spiraling out of control within him.If without them...If...Kingsley suddenly felt a weight on his shoulders.He turned to see Freya's hand resting there, her expression hardened, eyes gazing up at him with concern.Charlotte pushed past Aaron and edged forward.Seeing Kingsley's obviously troubled eyes, her heart raced, her voice becoming raspy and hard to hear. "Wait... for me..."At the sound of her voice, Kingsley visibly froze, then the darkness in his eyes lifted abruptly as he stared into hers, his tone somewhat uncertain. "Charlotte? What's with your voice?"Charlotte's eyes reddened, but she bit her
Time flied, and before everyone realized it, a year had gone by.During this time, Charlotte's life abroad appeared calm and routine. She woke up early every day for classes, diligently completed assignments, engaged in academic discussions with her classmates, and participated in various club activities. In the eyes of her friends, she was a positive and energetic girl.Only she knew deep down that she had been waiting, waiting for the one she loved so dearly, the prince who had promised to come back for her.Late at night, Charlotte often found herself sitting alone at her small dormitory desk, gazing out the window at the starry sky, feeling a lingering sense of loss and loneliness in her heart. She had asked herself more than once where Kingsley was and why he never wrote or called.On this sunny day, Charlotte went to the school library as usual, ready to work on an important paper. She sat by the window, her desk piled high with various referenc
Night fell. In the slums of Detroit, a faint light lit up the room. "It's such bad weather." Emily looked at the gloomy sky outside. She was a little worried. "I hope it won't rain." She walked to the bedside and sat down. It was the only furniture in the room. The drainage system in the slums was not good. Once it rained, a disgusting stench would spread. "It hurts." She was pregnant. She had a slender figure and fair skin, but her belly was disproportionally big. The contractions were getting intense today. Suddenly, she felt a warm flow coming out and sliding down between her legs. It started to rain outside. Emily was curled up on an old bed, blood streaming from between her legs. The pain lasted for hours, and she knew that the baby was coming. Emily gripped the bed sheets tightly, and her body twitched from the huge pain. "Please! Somebody, save my child..." She bit her lip and felt as if she was leaving her body. A few months ago, Emily was still a s
Five years later, at Chicago Airport. Emily was wearing sunglasses. She was pushing two suitcases, with two children walking beside her. "Mommy." Diane hugged Emily's leg and looked up at her. "Stupid Diane, stop acting like a spoiled child. You're making mommy tired," Chris said coldly. Diane stuck her tongue out at Chris. "Mommy, are you tired? I'll give you a kiss." Diane kissed Emily on the cheek. "Chris, you have one too." Diane also kissed Chris on the cheek. "Diane, don't do that to me." Chris wiped his face. He held Diane's hand to keep her from bumping into others. Emily took Chris and Diane to the hotel. Then, she put Chris and Diane to bed. Emily changed into a black dress. As she turned back, she saw Chris looking at her with his dark green eyes. "Chris, what are you doing here?" Emily asked gently. "Mommy, are you going somewhere?" Chris asked in concern. Emily patted Chris' head. She knew that Chris had been trying to take care of her. "I hav
"Shut up." A man said in a mad tone. Everyone looked over. It was Derek, Rose's fiance. Derek was tall and handsome. As the heir of the Scott family, he looked powerful and deterring. He frowned in disgust at this farce. Although he didn't like Rose, he hated it more when people were making a scene. Emily watched as Derek walked up to her. She looked straight into his eyes, feeling that he was somehow familiar. Derek's face darkened. He hated people staring at him, especially women. "If you are not here for the engagement party, please leave," Derek said impatiently. "As the head of the Hopkinson family, I must be present when the will is being read. Mr. Scott, you can't ask me to leave." Emily knew that Derek was Rose's fiance and would take her side. The Scott family was powerful, especially after Derek became the head of the family. Emily knew very well that she could not fight against the two families at the same time. However, Rose killed her babies, and Emily c
The sky darkened, and it began to rain. Emily was about to drive back to the hotel when she realized that she had a flat tire. She waited for a long time and still couldn't get a taxi and she was drenched in the rain. She kicked the tire angrily. Emily thought about Bennett's death, the night five years ago, and her dead babies. She broke down. She crouched in the rain and pressed her head against her arms. Her tears mingled with the rain and ran down her face. Then, a car slowly stopped in front of her. The window was down. It was Derek. "Get in the car," said Derek. Emily bit her lower lip. She didn't like his tone. "No, thanks, Mr. Scott." She quickly wiped her tears, though her eyes were still red. "Really? You lied to Aaron just now. He's still waiting for you," Derek said with a gloomy expression. Then, Aaron's little head popped out of the window, and he looked at Emily with his big eyes. Emily didn't know what to say. So, she compromised. She got int
The next day, the three of them finished their breakfast and went to the company they had chosen. In the car, Emily was still reading about the company's information. DreamKids was a subsidiary of the Scott Group. They focused on children's clothing. Emily thought of the conflict with Derek last night and had second thoughts. But as she looked at Chris and Diane, she gave up the idea and didn't want to let them down. 'Derek is the head of the Scott family and must be very busy. DreamKids is just a subsidiary company, so, he won't show up today.' Emily comforted herself. Looking at the huge office building in front of her, Diane was impressed. "Chris, this place is so nice." Diane was so excited that her face turned red. She hugged Chris and kissed him on the face, showing that she was very satisfied with this company. "Diane, you are already four years old. Don't kiss me like this." Chris wiped his face. "Chris, I'm only four. Why are you always so serious?" Diane said