She had thoroughly researched Mila before, and with the photo attached to the file, she naturally recognized one of them as Mila’s younger brother, Hugo.
She had been puzzled and worried about why Lysander insisted Adrian go home to be with Mila. What if they grew closer?
But seeing this scene, a plan suddenly formed in her mind.
Adrian, isn’t that your uncle over there? It looks like he’s having a disagreement with someone. Let’s go and see what’s happening.
Uncle?
Adrian glanced over but didn’t recognize the man. However, he understood it was a relative from his mother’s side.
He didn’t want to get involved.
His father had made it clear: ignore the relatives from his mother’s side. There was no need to get acquainted, especially since the last time with the great-aunt was already an exception.
Just as he was about to refuse, Giselle said, Didn’t your father ask you to go home and keep your mom company? If you let others bully your mom’s younger brother, she’ll be upset, won’t she?
True, his mom had been easily upset lately.
Adrian thought it over and reluctantly agreed.
As they got out of the car and walked over, Charlotte noticed them first. Seeing the woman holding a child’s hand made her pause and blurt out.
Giselle?!
What? Hugo didn’t catch it and looked over, confused.
He hadn’t visited this area often, so he had never met Adrian or Giselle and naturally didn’t recognize them.
Charlotte’s gaze shifted, Oh, nothing. I mistook you for someone else.
Oh, okay.
Hugo didn’t suspect anything—
Charlotte came from a single-parent household, with only a frail, sickly mother at home and had never been to Kingsford. How could she possibly know anyone here, especially someone who frequented such places?
What’s going on here?
Giselle approached, smiling warmly as she asked.
Although the Harvey family didn’t live here, Giselle often moved in and out with the Montgomery family, who were on close terms, so the security recognized her and quickly explained the situation.
Hugo was filled with the excitement of finally getting inside and didn’t notice that Charlotte had been silent since they arrived.
Now in the car, Charlotte’s fingers brushed over the soft leather seat as she stole glances at the woman sitting in the front passenger seat—a woman enveloped in luxury and elegance. Her hand clenched tightly at her side, a sharp pain in her palm.
They were worlds apart.
Why?
…
After dropping them off, Giselle made an excuse about having matters to attend to at home and left.
Back in the car, sitting in the passenger seat, her previous warmth vanished, replaced with a cold and dark demeanor.
Make sure to get this car thoroughly cleaned inside and out, sanitized at high temperatures, and replace all the seats!
The vehicle had been tainted with the stench of poverty. She didn’t even want it anymore!
The driver quickly replied, Yes, ma’am.