The slightly cool evening breeze gradually cald her sowhat irritated heart.
Leaning lightly against the car window, Charlotte felt a growing sorrow.
After all, Chad and Jack were not her children. Even if they didn’t say it, their desire to stay with Adam Ross was clear, based on her understanding of them.
Family blood ties, after all, could never be severed.
Charlotte slightly raised her head, her hand soothing her eyebrows; her eyes were full of exhaustion.
Oh well, she’d take one step at a ti.
Thinking this, she no longer overthought, starting the car and driving towards the kindergarten.
There were many people and cars outside the kindergarten. At the ti when the children were let out, it was peak hour, and all parents, whether driving or walking, were there to pick up their children.
Charlotte found a parking space and parked her car. As she got out, she imdiately saw Grace Thompson standing near the entrance of the kindergarten.
On seeing her, the children’s faces flickered with surprise, but this lasted for only a few seconds before turning into joy.
Grace Thompson shouted and ran towards her, her little legs bouncing with excitent, she jumped and hugged Charlotte.
So of Charlotte’s desolate mood was finally redied by her. She stepped forward; standing beside the children was a woman who seed to be younger than thirty, wearing glasses, and who looked like a teacher.
She extended her hand, smiling: "You must be the children’s teacher, right?"
The woman seed a little surprised for a few seconds, then extended her hand to shake with Charlotte, chuckling, "Nice to et you, my last na is Hughes, I’m the children’s teacher."
She paused, her gaze harboring a trace of curiosity.
"You seem very familiar, are you Miss Charlotte?"
Hearing that, Charlotte frowned slightly, then reluctantly smiled.
Yes, with the rumors on the internet going wild, her na was almost universally known now.
As for whether that was good or bad, that was another matter altogether.
Charlotte nodded slightly, opened her mouth, and then closed it; finally, she just chuckled, "Teacher Hughes, it’s getting late. We should leave now, goodbye."
Teacher Hughes adjusted her glasses, smiled, and bid her farewell, then watched as the children left with her.
Only when they were completely out of sight did the smile on Teacher Hughes’ face not diminish. She took out her phone from her bag and dialed a number confidently.
Her voice carried an air of casualness.
"I have a business proposition for you."
...
After picking up the children, Charlotte thought for a while, then decided to take them out to eat at a restaurant.
After all, they had just moved, and there weren’t many groceries at ho.
Before she could say anything, she heard Cyrus Thompson say sowhat confusedly, "Mommy, we went to look for Annie after school, but the teacher said she was picked up by you."
Upon hearing this, Charlotte was slightly taken aback, then chuckled, "Yes, I almost forgot to tell you, from today, Annie is officially back with her godmother."
Annie’s biological mother was Annie Anne; all the kids were aware of this.
Hearing this, Chad pursed his lips, speaking sorrowfully, "Mommy, will there co a day when Jack and I will also be sent to Dad’s side?"
On the other side, Jack raised his head and mumbled, "Mommy, we don’t want to leave you."
After listening to the sincere words of the two children, Charlotte felt a prickle in her nose.
She lowered her gaze, suddenly unsure how to respond.
No one could predict what the future held. She couldn’t lie to her children, telling them she’d always be there, could she?
Because their biological father had already appeared, there would co a day when, like Annie, they’d reunite with him.
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