She didn’t know if it was divine intervention or plain luck, but her two children were finally able to grow up cheerful and normal, just like any other child.
What Charlotte Thompson would never forget was the year they turned two.
A sudden illness caught the entire family off guard. Even Jordan Thompson, who spent his days in bars, unusually went to the hospital. Their elder brother shelved all his overseas work and rushed back ho.
The shock was so great it almost knocked their grandfather unconscious.
The children were infected with an unknown virus. Their skin was peeling off and rotting. They lay unconscious in the intensive care unit, their vital signs fading till they were almost invisible.
Finally, the day of the surgery arrived. Charlotte collapsed crying outside the operating room. But the heavens were rciful, and the children narrowly escaped death once again.
After that. Charlotte poured all her energy into these two children.
The doctors had warned that these surrogate twins were not like ordinary children and needed extra care.
After treading carefully through the worst tis, Charlotte ca to a sudden realization, so things had passed her by so quickly.
She bowed her head, trembling, and covered her cheek with her hand, almost falling apart. "You wouldn’t know, that saving these two kids from death’s door was all . They’re not my biological children but in my heart, they are."
Charlotte choked back her tears, her voice breaking, "They will always be..."
Justin Battleson licked his lips and turned his head away, heaving a sigh that seed unwilling. He bent down slightly, pressing both of his hands on Charlotte’s shoulders, trying to give her strength.
He whispered, "Charlotte, I understand."
He understood her tornt through countless days and nights, understood her tears, understood her love for the children.
But, they all had to bow to reality.
His voice faltered a bit, Justin said softly, "But Charlotte, you know it better than anyone else, right?"
He paused a bit and continued, "Chad and Jack want to go back, they must return to their family roots."
When he finished, Charlotte completely broke down. She looked up at the man in front of her, her eyes completely hollow.
She laughed bitterly, "Nice phrase, return to family roots."
She paused and said, "I’ve heard this phrase more than once today. The so-called return to roots is nothing but sending the two children back to be grood into becoming the perfect heir for the Ross family, right?"
She lift her head slightly, her eyes red and swollen, "You are forcing this on them, Justin. Since they are not your biological children, do you dislike them too? Are you planning to help Adam Ross take the children away at any cost?"
"You know what the children need most is love, yet you insist on burdening them with so-called responsibilities at this tender age, isn’t that cruel?"
Charlotte’s eyes were full of disappointnt. She picked up her bag, stood up from the chair, and shook her head, "You have let down."
Just as she was about to walk past Justin and leave, he instinctively reached out and grabbed her.
"Charlotte, listen to , it’s not like that..."
Charlotte brushed off his hand emotionlessly, stepped away without hesitation, leaving a lonely figure behind.
Justin hurriedly followed her, but no matter what he said, Charlotte did not utter a single word to him.
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