Sweet May-December Marriage

Chapter 165 Marrying into a Rich Family and Becoming a Noble Lady

Chapter 165 Marrying into a Rich Family and Becoming a Noble Lady

Waylon glanced down at the watch on his wrist and said, "If you're fast enough, you might see them one last time."

"You! You mean little man!" Bob looked terrible, "I can't be fooled by you!"

Before he left, the officer had made a clear promise that he would protect his son! Even if he died in Guabia, his son would be taken care of and raised!

Waylon smiled slowly, and said coldly, "Why would I lie to you? Your son's cute. He's three, isn't he? And he called me Sir. But his oral Guabian is poor. It seems that your mistress only has the ability to give birth to children, but without the ability to educate children. The mole on the child's wrist is quite cute."

Bob's face got worse.

His son did have a mole on his wrist, but the mole was barely visible, and he only found it one time when he was giving his son a bath. Waylon was able to accurately say it, which meant that there was a real possibility that they had got his son.

"He's only three years old!' Bob's eyes were red, "You leave him alone! Don't touch him!"

Waylon said calmly, "But you killed a lot of Guabian children aged three."

A faint smile returned to Waylon's face, as if he was putting on a tight mask, "I can promise you that I won't harm him, but it depends on your attitude."

Bob closed his eyes fiercely and clenched his teeth and said, "I'll tell you everything!"

...

Waylon handed the folder to the man in the chair.

The man had a black trench coat draped over his shoulders and a half-burned cigarette between his fingers. His slender fingers made a slight movement, flicking off the ash. It was such an ordinary little gesture, yet when he did it, it carried an indescribable elegance and refinement.

"All told?" Nelson asked softly.

"Yes." Waylon nodded, "Pretty much as what you said."

Nelson opened the folder and had a look. His finger clicked on a name, "This person, we can't let him go."

Waylon nodded, "I'll do it."

Nelson narrowed his eyes leisurely, merging into the darkness around him as if he was the king of the night. If Charlotte were here, she would find Nelson at this moment very different from the man she knew.

He sat quietly in this part of the world, not far away from the hopeless hell of countless people. In the sea of blood, the hell on earth that can scare people into cardiac arrest, he seemed to have been born with blood.

Nelson threw away his cigarette and stood up, "I'm going home."

...

When Charlotte was chatting with Eloise and Cecilia, she received Jonathan's call. She looked at the familiar phone number and she compressed her lips.

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"Char? What's the matter?" Eloise turned over the string on Cecilia's fingers and asked Charlotte puzzledly.

Charlotte immediately rejected the call, and said "Nothing."

Soon, Jonathan called her again. After thinking for a short while, she decided to answer it.

Jonathan's tone was unusually gentle, and he didn't ask why she hadn't answered her phone before. Instead, he said, "The nanny has been doing some cleaning and found some of your mother's belongings. See when you can come back and pick them up."

Charlotte asked, "My mother's belongings?"

She remembered that Madelyn had never been to the Lopezs' mansion. How could the Lopezs' mansion keep anything of Madelyn's?

Jonathan said, "It's something she gave me when I first met her. Your aunt won't be happy to see them. I can't just throw them away. The best solution is that you take them back."

Charlotte lowered her eyelids, "I'll pick them up after school."

Jonathan didn't say more. He just hung up.

Charlotte put away her phone, feeling confused.

If Jonathan didn't just throw away her mother's things, did that mean he still had her in his heart?

During the time when she lived with her mother, her mother seldom mentioned Jonathan and didn't made any comments on him in fornt of her. So she knew nothing about their story.

Now, Charlotte didn't care if Jonathan still recognized her as a daughter.

Charlotte had only been away from the villa for less than a month, but when she saw it again, it felt like a different world.

She pulled the strap of her bag and rang the doorbell. It was Sophia, the nanny, who answered the door again. For unknown reasons, or maybe because Nelson had left a scaring impression on her, she unexpectedly called Charlotte in a respective manner, "Ms. Lopez."

Charlotte suddenly felt a little scared.

When she entered the door, she saw a lot of people sitting in the living room. Aurora, Amanda, Jonathan and others were there, and Vivian was talking to Helena.

When she was a little girl, Charlotte was very afraid of Helena, because Helena and Amanda had almost the same temper. She never cared about acting as kind, and a word could go to war. Charlotte has suffered a lot because of her.

Seeing Charlotte, Aurora immediately stood up and said affectionately, "Char, you are here at last. Everyone has been waiting for you for a long time."

Charlotte leaned away from Aurora's touch and frowned, "I'm here to get my mother's belongings."

Aurora did not care about her alienation, still had a gentle smile on her face, and said, "They are all wrapped up in a box for you and put on the coffee table. Check them out."

Charlotte looked at the box on the coffee table. It contained a collection of poetry notes and a few small, delicate pieces.

She was about to reach out and take up the box when Aurora caught her, "Char, you seldom come here, so why don't you stay and have dinner? Your aunt and cousin are here."

Charlotte had no intention of staying, but Aurora said sleekly at once, "Come on, Char. For my sake, I've done a lot to sort through your mother's belongings."

Charlotte, not wanting to owe Aurora anything, glanced at the box and nodded.

Everyone took a seat one after another. Helena sat opposite Charlotte and looked at her with undisguised contempt., "Charlotte, I heard that you are very much favored by Mr. Clark now. Well done. Now that you're in a rich family, you look down on our poor relatives, right?"

"Helena, you are so rude." Amanda glared at her daughter, then she gave Charlotte a spare rib with unusual hospitality, "Char, you look thin, here, have a spare rib."

Charlotte wondered if she was dreaming.

When had Amanda ever been so sweet to her?

Instead of eating it, Charlotte brushed the rib aside with the fork. In the past when she can't get enough food to eat, she thought Sophia's cooking was very good. But now as her appetite was spoiled by Nelson, she felt nothing was delicious in Lopez's family. She just ate a little quickly.