In the evening, Robert Stephens drove her to the Smith family.
At this ti, the Smith family hadn’t fallen yet, and the lights were bright.
When Charlotte and Robert Stephens got out of the car, they happened to see Ilisa Lyons scolding soone at the door.
Seeing Robert Stephens’ car parked at the Smith family entrance, Ilisa Lyons’ eyebrows were cold and stern as she told the butler beside her, "Quickly get him out of here, don’t let him bring bad luck!"
Because soone was blocking her view, Charlotte couldn’t see who Ilisa Lyons was calling unlucky. Robert Stephens didn’t care much and was already heading inside. As she was about to follow, she heard a voice from a boy still in his voice-changing phase coming from the crowd: "My mom is dying of sickness, call Zachary Smith out! If you don’t give money, I’ll never leave!"
The boy’s voice sounded weak and hoarse. Charlotte paused on the steps, looking at the boy knocked down to the ground in the crowd.
His clothes were ragged, old, his face was covered with dirt, and he appeared shabby.
At this mont, like a small animal driven to the brink, he tightly hugged a servant’s leg, refusing to let go no matter what.
Charlotte’s eyes slightly trembled, and she couldn’t help but call out, "Stop!"
Because of her voice, the servants who were hitting paused, and Charlotte ran over to pull the boy up from the ground.
It was a face full of scars.
His eyes were bruised, his lips chapped, and although the boy of about ten was tall, he was gaunt due to malnutrition.
Charlotte: "Ryan?"
The boy was sowhat surprised to hear her call his na and looked at her.
Charlotte was also shocked, looking at the boy in front of her.
Because she had lived with Robert Stephens, she didn’t even know Ryan’s existence at the ti. Later, when most of the people in the Smith family were killed by Robert Stephens, the grandmother brought the illegitimate son Ryan from the countryside back to the Smith family to raise him as the inheritor.
She really didn’t expect that when she was eighteen, Ryan had co to the Smith family entrance.
She vaguely rembered that Ryan had always lived with his mother since childhood. Later, after his mother died of illness, he wandered the streets and was a hoodlum for a few years.
After he ca to the Smith family, although he was the heir in na, in reality, his life was very bad. It was only after he got to know Edward Stephens that no one dared to bully him anymore.
But that mory was already very blurred.
She had beco numb from being whipped by Robert Stephens for a long ti, and at that ti, her mind couldn’t hold anything other than pain.
Eventually, she got used to the pain, and Ryan had already grown up.
Although they were half-siblings, there was no relationship, and they didn’t even know each other.
"You..." The young boy looked up, gazing at the gentle and beautiful face in front of him, a face sowhat similar to his own, with confusion in his eyes, "Who are you?"
Not far away, Robert Stephens stood on the steps, watching Charlotte’s hand placed on the boy’s shoulder, with his brows knitted with strands of gloom.
Charlotte: "I am your sister. Do you need money? I’ll give it to you."
Though she didn’t carry cash with her when she ca out, she had a bank card. Robert Stephens would transfer her spending money to the card each month, and she hadn’t used it much, so the balance was quite substantial.
Robert Stephens watched as she pressed the black card into the dirty boy’s palm, his sharp eyebrows raised again, arms crossed, with a mixed expression, the air around him was thoroughly chilling.
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