Unable to et the man’s gaze, Charlotte quickly lowered her eyes.
Then, she felt Robert Stephens slowly withdraw his gaze.
The car continued to move forward steadily, inside were the voices of George Stephens and Robert Stephens in conversation.
"Teacher, why has your hair turned white?"
"The teacher was ill."
"Has the teacher recovered now?"
Upon hearing this, Charlotte instinctively glanced at Robert Stephens’s face. The man was watching George, but only smiled.
She slowly withdrew her gaze, turned her head to look out the window, unable to help clenching her hands, her jawline tense.
The amusent park was soon reached.
Having notified the authorities in advance to clear it out, when the car stopped at the entrance, the entire amusent park was empty except for the staff.
George jumped out of the car, looking up at the amusent park in front of him, the giant Ferris wheel spinning inside first caught his attention.
He didn’t mind at all that only three people were playing in the whole park, pointing at the Ferris wheel adorned with flashing colorful lights, he said to Robert Stephens, "Teacher, I want to ride that."
"..." Charlotte pursed her lips, unable to speak, only looking at Robert Stephens.
As expected, Robert nodded and agreed, "Go ahead."
Charlotte lowered her eyes, silently pushing him toward the Ferris wheel.
It was George’s first ti in a place like this. Even though it wasn’t as lively as it seed on TV, he didn’t mind, looking extrely excited.
He ran forward a few steps, attracted by an ice cream stand, stopping to point at it, expectantly looking at Robert Stephens, "Teacher."
Robert nodded, "Go ahead."
"..." Charlotte had nothing to say.
As if sensing sothing, the man in the wheelchair turned his head and looked at her slowly.
"Mr.?" Charlotte asked.
The man said softly, "Charlotte," his voice light, gentle, "you can call by my na today."
Charlotte’s transparent pupils contracted violently for a mont. She looked up, her face unable to hide her astonishnt, almost blurting out the question "Why?"
"Today is a special day," the man said softly, "I allow you to call by my na."
What special day?’
There was a hint of confusion in Charlotte’s eyes, showing a bit of reluctance to directly call this man’s na.
"Mr., I..."
"Call by my na, Charlotte." The man’s gentle voice deepened.
"Ro...bert."
...
Robert.
Robert.
Robert.
Actually, it wasn’t as difficult or unfamiliar to say as imagined.
After all, so many years ago, she had called this na so fluently and countless tis.
With his permission.
To call this man’s na directly.
Even when she was not yet an adult, trying forbidden fruit, tricked into bed by the then-young man, crying and cursing in pain, it was also this na she called.
...
Charlotte was slightly dazed.
The man opposite seed to be slightly taken aback for a mont too, with a hint of depth erging in his dark eyes.
Charlotte lowered her head, looking at Robert Stephens in front of her, their eyes t, she knew Robert had also thought of the sa thing.
"Robert." She called him softly. Unable to help but ask inwardly:
Why did you once treat this way?
Why be so good to , yet personally destroy and our baby?
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