Charlotte Thompson thought more and more, and felt a throbbing pain at her temples.
Today in the hospital, Charlotte had not failed to notice Annie Anne’s sowhat peculiar expression.
She felt as if Annie had changed a lot.
This made Charlotte feel uneasy.
As she looked through the window at the sky stained with the crimson of the setting sun, she always felt as if a layer of fog shrouded in front of her that she could neither scatter nor blow away.
And yet, Charlotte didn’t realize how ugly her own expression had beco.
Until Justin Battleson took her by the shoulders, pulling Charlotte out of her daze.
"Charlotte."
Justin looked at Charlotte with concern.
"I’m fine, just feeling so regret..." Charlotte murmured in a low voice.
"Has Annie beco what she is now because of ?"
Because she knew the pain Annie was suffering.
But she had clearly chosen to forget those mories, yet now thinking back, it seed that Annie regaining her mories might have been indirectly caused by her.
If she had really plunged Annie into everlasting pain, how could she compensate?
"Charlotte, don’t think like that, you are the one who gave her hope."
Justin let Charlotte rest her head on his shoulder and whispered in her ear.
Charlotte looked up with a hint of confusion.
"For Annie, what she values most now is Annie. You’re taking care of Annie, and the better Annie’s doing, the happier Annie will be."
Charlotte fell silent.
Yes, it was only when she saw her child, that Annie seed truly alive, and soulful.
...
Justin Battleson and Charlotte Thompson brought Hank Thompson back to Stardust Garden. The children had been waiting for them in the living room and seeing that Olivia was asleep, they naturally quieted their voices.
Charlotte gently placed Hank back on the bed in the children’s room, with the children silently following her.
After Charlotte closed the door, Grace Thompson finally spoke in a low voice.
"Mommy, Annie looks really pale."
As Grace was the closest to Hank, she imdiately noticed any changes in him.
"Annie was frightened by your godmother’s situation, she hasn’t rested well."
Charlotte affectionately touched Grace’s head.
"Then we must take good care of Annie and make sure she doesn’t get sick," Chad Thompson clenched his fists determinedly.
Charlotte nodded happily, then turned her gaze to Jack Thompson and Chad Thompson who had been quietly standing behind.
Ever since Justin and Charlotte had returned, these two kids hadn’t said much.
Charlotte knew clearly why they had beco so quiet.
She stepped forward and squatted in front of them: "Do Jack and Chad want to stay at ho and take care of Annie?"
Jack and Chad looked at each other, and in the end, Jack said, "We want to stay at ho to take care of Annie, but today is Grandpa’s birthday, and Dad has already invited us. We promised to go to Grandpa’s birthday feast, and we shouldn’t go back on our word."
Chad answered word by word: "Can we not go? If we don’t go, it could put Mommy in a difficult position."
"Why would Mommy be in a difficult position? The only thing that would trouble Mommy is if you get hurt," Charlotte said softly.
Upon hearing this, Chad took Charlotte’s hand, "But with Mommy and Daddy Justin protecting us, we won’t be hard."
Charlotte smiled, took one child by each hand—Jack and Chad—then turned and spoke to the little ones behind her.
"Mommy can’t take you with her this ti, you guys must stay at ho, okay?"
The children obediently nodded their heads.
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