Jason didn’t <b>stay </b>long, he left soon after.
Caroline watched Jason’s back as he walked away, clenched her fists, almost biting her teeth to pieces.
He clearly said he would stay to apany the children!
Was it for that bitch?
No, I won’t
He was clearly protecting the mother and son, their ten years of rtionship! She had only been away for six years, how could he possibly change his
mind?
<b>She </b>knew Jaxson too well.
Better to do without than to settle for less.
He was not a man who would fall in love with just anyone.
Carolineforted herself in her heart, after all, no matter what happened, the way Jaxson favored her and her son made her believe even more firmly that she always had a ce in his heart.
And a mere ything, not worthy of her concern.
On the other side.
Charlotte rolled up her pants in the office, her knees bruised, with marks from the floor tiles.
The office door was suddenly pushed open, and she instinctively pulled down her pants.
“Charlotte, what happened to your knee!” Charlie walked into the office carrying a
a lunch box and happened <b>to </b>see this scene.
Without waiting for Charlotte to say anything, Charlie ced the lunchbox on the table and <b>caught </b>sight of the wound on her forehead. Anger surged up in him, “Who the hell dared to bully you?”
Seeing him <b>about </b>to rush out to find someone, Charlotte hurriedly grabbed him and said, “I fell by myself.”
“Charlotte, how old are you already, and you still managed to fall like this by yourself?”
Charlie couldn’t believe it. She sighed in resignation, The hospital <b>stairs </b>are disinfected and mopped every day. I wasn’t paying attention and identally slipped. What’s wrong? Are you <b>going </b>to <b>pick </b>a fight with the stairs too?
Charlie choked, pursed his lips, and sat down on the chair with a thud.
Charlotte looked at the bento box on the table and asked, “What did you bring me?”
my mom made a pot of old hen <b>soup</b><b>, </b>she made too much, let me bring you a portion to taste.” Charlie opened the thermos, moved it in front of her, the <b>soup </b>was still hot
Charlotte looked at the soup p on the table, <b>falling </b>into <b>silence</b>.
When only Charlie was at home in the <b>past</b><b>, </b><b>she </b>could eat the hot meals made by her mother. Even big fish and meat, various snacks, fresh fruits, she <b>could </b>only choose what Charlie didn’t want to eat.