Charlotte tilted her head back, her voice devoid of any discernible emotion: "Adam, you shouldn’t know this much."
All these matters were too convoluted and intricate, impossible to untangle on a spot. Her disputes and entanglents with Justin were also difficult to articulate.
Adam turned his head to look at her. His gaze was heavy, filled with scrutiny, yet it held a deadly allure.
The woman in front of him sat quietly, seemingly lost in her thoughts, her eyebrows slightly furrowed.
A strand of hair softly draped across her cheek. The gentle light spilled onto her brows, making her look like a delicate porcelain doll.
Her white shirt had minor stains from the chaos earlier. Her long hair, tied up in a loose ponytail, revealed a smooth curve of her wrist as the cuffs were slightly rolled up. She looked unbelievably beautiful.
Adam was montarily spellbound. As he ca back to his senses, Charlotte slowly closed her eyes as if resolute about sothing and began to speak.
"You are not mistaken, aside from Chad and Jack, Annie... is indeed not my child."
She smiled lightly and gazed into the distance: "She is King Samuel’s daughter. Indeed, her brows and eyes bear a striking resemblance to him. Her mannerisms remind so much of him, he was pure, mild-mannered, and incredibly straightforward,"
Adam stuttered, "Then she..."
"Because of Oliver Hudson." Charlotte turned to face him, speaking slowly but much calr than before, "Five years ago, King Samuel fled to Ashton while pregnant. Coincidentally, I was also giving birth at that ti, which was how I t her."
She took a deep breath and sighed: "I can never forget the look of terror on her face then. She was pitifully disheveled."
"After giving birth, she started to ntally deteriorate. When she discovered she was gradually forgetting her past, she panicked. She kept on pleading to take care of her child,"
Charlotte gently massaged her temples, "Because she was afraid she might forget her own child and also feared Oliver wouldn’t let her be, even if it ant pursuing her across nations,"
"I have been looking after Annie for five years."
Hearing this, Adam was utterly shocked.
He hadn’t expected so many events to have unfolded five years ago.
Having said that, Charlotte neither smirked nor frowned, she muttered softly: "The other three children – the triplets, as you’ve guessed, are Justin’s."
About this, Charlotte had never intended to hide anything.
She was just stating the facts objectively. Any other thoughts needed not be voiced.
That day, the disappointnt in Justin’s eyes seed to flash before her eyes once more.
He opened his mouth, promising never to disturb her again.
Yet strangely enough, even though Charlotte had anticipated such an ending countless tis before,
When the day truly arrived, her heart did not feel the relief she had yearned for.
Instead, she felt a complexity of emotions, so deep that even she couldn’t decipher.
They welled up in her chest, unspeakable and unbearable.
This ti, Adam fell silent due to the overload of information,
Charlotte turned to look at him nonchalantly. Her heart missed a beat.
Since Jack and Chad acknowledged him, he truly had changed a lot.
The suffocating and irritating aura he used to emanate was nowhere to be found now.
Perhaps in Mr. Ross’s heart, craved for a sense of family as well.
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