Charlotte froze for a mont, her almond-shaped eyes slightly contracted in the darkness, taking a long ti to react.
The man saw her little face beco solemn, thinking he had been too blunt, he slightly pursed his lips and explained to her.
"His mother has a long-standing problem with alcohol addiction, not only does she have stomach cancer, but also liver cirrhosis. With the current dical technology, there is no way to save her."
This ti his tone softened a little.
Charlotte lowered her eyes, gently clasped her hands together, and replied, "I understand."
In fact, she also wanted to save everything, whether it was Ryan or Robert... However, reality told her that a person’s fate was already predetermined. Ryan’s mother died of stomach cancer, and even if she could prolong her life by a few days, it would be in vain.
And what about Robert...?
As long as she didn’t cooperate with Ilisa Lyons, didn’t press the button to detonate the explosives, would Robert’s legs be okay?
Or was it like Ryan’s mother, everything predestined by fate long ago...
Regardless of how she struggled, was it just a delay?
Thinking of this, Charlotte only felt her stomach churn.
Back at the Stephens family ho.
The butler ca over to report Ryan’s situation to Robert Stephens.
"Mr. Smith is currently resting in his room, do you want to go and see him?"
Robert Stephens glanced at her: "Do you want to see him?"
Charlotte bit her lip and nodded: "Yes."
Robert said nothing more, only reached out his warm hand to wrap her slightly cool fingers, and led her to Ryan’s current residence.
A nanny was guarding the door, and when she saw Robert and her approach, greeted respectfully: "Young Master, Miss Smith."
Robert glanced at her: "Is that little guy inside?"
The nanny nodded, sowhat embarrassed: "He’s taking a bath, and won’t let in..."
As they spoke, the door suddenly opened from the inside, and the person they were discussing ca out soaking wet.
Ryan’s appearance was very delicate, a small thirteen-year-old boy with a slender, fragile outline, and a hint of androgyny in his yet to mature features.
He wore a bathrobe that was too big for him, and his hair was a bit too long. At first glance, he resembled a thin little girl.
Robert chuckled, mouthy as ever, and quipped: "Where did this young lady co from?"
Ryan’s face changed instantly, he suddenly raised his head and glared fiercely at Robert; Charlotte angrily elbowed Robert.
Could this guy not feel comfortable unless he bullied soone?
Charlotte went over to the thin child in front of her and said, "You’re staying here tonight, tomorrow I’ll take you to see your mother."
"..." The child said nothing, only a sharp gaze flickered from beneath his dripping long bangs. Having depended on his mother for so many years and being an illegitimate child of the Smith family, he had long tasted the warmth and coldness of human affairs, not believing anyone in this world would be kind to him without a reason.
He was like a little wild animal, wary of the two people in front of him, yet not daring to run away because his mother was in their hands.
Charlotte understood his vigilance and didn’t say much more, only instructed the nanny to cook so supper for Ryan later, then pulled Robert aside.
The Stephens family house was large, and Robert didn’t like outsiders entering his private space, so Ryan wasn’t staying in the sa room as them.
On the way back, the man’s expression was inscrutable, yet his tone was very calm as he asked her, "Do you like that kid a lot?"
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