Charlotte didn’t know what Carn would say once they t. Their last eting had been chaotic and filled with harsh words, accusations, and misunderstandings.
It was a mont Charlotte had tried hard to forget, but the sting of Carn’s judgnt lingered like an old wound in her heart.
"Do you think Carn will hate ?" she asked Damon.
Damon, reading docunts on his tablet, replied, "Who cares what her opinion is? She is not the leader of this pack."
Charlotte smiled slightly at Damon’s bluntness, but his words didn’t completely calm her nerves. "She may not be the leader of this pack, but she is our closest family mber. That’s why her opinion matters to ."
Besides, Carn was Damon’s stepmother, so it would be bad for Charlotte if Carn didn’t approve of their relationship.
Charlotte sighed inwardly. Having only one mother-in-law was hard enough, but now she had two.
Damon finally put down his tablet and turned to her. "Charlotte, people who care about you will take the ti to understand you. If Carn refuses to understand your situation, that’s her problem, not yours."
Charlotte sighed and leaned back on the sofa. "You make it sound so simple."
"It is simple, sweetheart." Damon reminded her in a gentle tone. "You can’t waste your life chasing the approval of soone who only sees the worst in you."
His words ant a lot, but Charlotte’s mind chose to play his ’sweetheart’ over and over again in her mind.
Her cheeks turned a soft pink as her heart fluttered at the way he said it so effortlessly as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Charlotte shook her head quickly, trying to put the thought out of her mind. She must have fluttered easily because of their bond. No wonder many werewolves tried so hard to chase their true mates so hard.
"What are you thinking now?" asked Damon when he noticed that Charlotte had stopped talking. "Do you have a fever? Your face looks so red."
When Damon reached out to touch her forehead, Charlotte imdiately backed away. "No, I’m fine! I’m perfectly fine. It’s just the air, the air is a bit hot tonight."
The air, in fact, felt cold tonight, but Damon had no chance to ask further because they finally heard the sound of a car pulling up to the manor.
It had to be Carn and Mona.
"Let’s ... let’s go greet them at the door," Charlotte said hesitantly.
Actually, Damon still thought that Carn’s approval was not important for his relationship with Charlotte. But as long as it made his mate happy, he would do his best to support her.
"Carn, you must rember our discussion last night." Charlotte could faintly hear Mona’s voice from a distance. Next to her, Carn sighed harshly and said, "Can you be quiet for a mont, Mona? Of course I rember, I don’t have dentia yet."
Mona was about to reply to her words but stopped midway when she saw Charlotte and Damon at the door.
The corner of her mouth lifted and she waved at them. "Damon, my dearest son. It’s so rare to see you greet your mother like this."
Mona’s smile widened as she turned to Charlotte. "I only left you for a few weeks, but your mate has had a great influence on you."
Charlotte smiled shyly. "I didn’t do anything to him."
Mona chuckled softly, her eyes gleaming with warmth. "Oh dear, you’ve done more than you realize. My Louis says his brother smiles more often these days."
"Mother, please." Damon sighed helplessly. "You know how Louis likes to exaggerate things."
"No, I don’t think he talks nonsense this ti." Mona leaned in and whispered, "You have been smitten, haven’t you?"
Damon lowered his voice so no one could hear their conversation. "Mother, don’t start."
As Mona teased her son so badly, Carn and Charlotte silently exchanged glances. Charlotte didn’t know what was going on in her head, but she could see that Carn seed to want to talk about sothing important.
"Charlotte," she called her na. "I see you’re still here."
Charlotte smiled politely and put her hands behind her back. "Yes, I’m still here," she said hesitantly, unsure of what Carn would say next.
Carn crossed her arms and took a step closer. She had the face of a kind lady, but her sharp gaze made Charlotte stop breathing for a second. "We didn’t get to finish our conversation last ti."
Charlotte tensed, her mind flashing back to their last heated encounter. Carn had stord out of the room before the eting had even begun. For so reason, Charlotte assud that Carn still held a grudge against her.
"I know my relationship with Damon looks like a big scandal, but I---"
"No," Carn interrupted. "This isn’t about that." Her tone softened, and for a mont she looked almost ... apologetic.
"I was wrong, Charlotte," Carn admitted after a short pause. "I judged you too quickly and too harshly. I even bla you for not fighting back when my scumbag grandson abused you. That wasn’t fair, Charlotte."
"That wasn’t fair because I vented my failure in fighting my abuser to you. I feel angry ... because I was in your shoes and I failed to run away while you had a chance to build a whole new life."
At that ti, Carn did not have the courage to run away because she was afraid that her daughters’ lives would be miserable because of her stupid decision. So she decided to endure all the hardships of her marriage.
Even when her husband brought another woman into their ho, she decided to swallow a bitter pill and accept his new wife.
However, her husband didn’t treat his new wife with kindness either, and Mona’s life ended up being just as miserable as Carn’s.
They were both victims of their bastard husband, which was why they refused to hate each other and chose to hate their husband to the core instead.
If Charlotte wanted to find won who could understand her pain, then Mona and Carn would be her answer.
"I’m sorry, Charlotte." Carn took a deep breath before she said, "I can’t erase the pain in your heart, but I will make sure my grandson pays the price for hurting his wife."
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