"Grandpa?"
By Mr. Thompson’s side, Charlotte softly called out to him.
Charlotte’s voice brought Mr. Thompson back from his mories, and he looked at Charlotte with a sowhat worried expression, then shook his head at her.
"I just, miss your grandma."
Mr. Thompson spoke slowly, then reached out to fondly stroke Charlotte’s long hair.
"If your grandma could see you now, she would definitely be very happy."
For so reason, when Charlotte heard this, she felt a slight sourness at the tip of her nose.
She pursed her lips lightly, then took Mr. Thompson’s hand, and softly said, "Grandpa, tell about the things between you and grandma."
Mr. Thompson was taken aback for a mont, then chuckled resignedly: "Haven’t I told you many tis already?"
"Even though I’ve heard it many tis, doesn’t Grandpa want to tell again?"
"Alright, what do you want to hear? I’ll tell you, your grandma and I were childhood sweethearts..."
Charlotte watched Mr. Thompson sink into his own mories, the usually stern face finally softened.
Only when talking about grandma did Mr. Thompson show such an expression.
Even though Charlotte had never t her grandmother, she could imagine, from Grandpa’s words, what kind of person her grandmother was.
She could also feel Grandpa’s burning, intense love for Grandma.
Yet, such a loving couple was forever separated due to a misunderstanding.
Until the day Grandma passed away, she never saw Grandpa again, nor did she know how deeply Grandpa had loved her.
Charlotte couldn’t help but frown.
Her hand was suddenly grasped; Charlotte turned her head and found that at so point, Justin Battleson had sat down by her side.
He did not speak, just quietly stayed by Charlotte’s side.
...
Although Annie Anne had been discharged from the hospital, in reality, her staying at ho now was no different from being in the hospital.
That is to say, the only difference between being at ho and in the hospital was probably that Olivia Thompson was by her side.
But Olivia’s temperant was quiet, and she only accompanied Annie every day, which for Annie was enough.
"Mummy."
Olivia showed her drawing to Annie, her eyes full of expectation.
"It’s beautiful."
Annie reached out to pull Olivia into her embrace, gently rocking her body.
Although Annie’s leg injury had not fully healed, as long as she did not engage in vigorous activity, it did not affect her too much.
Just then, the door was pushed open, and Oliver Hudson entered.
It seed like it had rained outside, as he brought a fresh sll of rain with him.
"You’ve accepted a job offer?" Oliver Hudson’s gaze fell on Annie’s face, his voice deep.
"Staying at ho is boring, so finding sothing to do is good." Annie spoke frankly.
After she was discharged and returned ho, she had contacted her agent to arrange for an advertisent promotion for herself.
"Why didn’t you tell ?"
"It’s not really a big deal." Annie released Olivia from her arms, gesturing for her to continue drawing by the side.
"Anyway, I can’t hide anything from you."
Having said that, Annie turned her gaze back towards the window.
...
"Annie, the program might ask a few questions, you just need to answer with what’s written on this paper."
The assistant handed Annie a docunt, which contained questions for the interview show along with standard answers.
Though it was an interview show, it was essentially a product promotion, with questions mostly related to the brand.
Annie just gave it a quick glance.
Not much interest.
Soon, it was ti for the actual recording of the show.
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