Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte)

Shane's reaction was too calm. He was going to give his shares to Charlotte, so didn't he care at all about how Charlotte was taking all his shares to a foreign country and never coming back?

According to the law, gifting shares did not need to be accepted by the recipient. If the shares had been given, they had been given. There were few people who could take it back except through negotiations.

Just as Cole was about to remind Shane of his shares, his phone rang again. He picked up the phone then hung it up. With a wry smile, he said, "Mr. Fuller..." "Say it."

"Mrs. Fuller Senior has returned to the old mansion. She wants you to go there right now..."

Shane glanced at his hand and asked, "Doctor, how long will this take?"

"Half an hour."

"Call Grandma and tell her that I'm in a meeting and I'll be back within an hour."

"Yes, sir."

Cole picked up his phone and went out to make the call.

Mrs. Fuller Senior's tone was not very pleasant, but since Cole was only an assistant, she still kindly told him to rest early and not to learn bad habits from "that kid Shane". Only after the call ended did Cole remember the documents at his home. He decided to go back and take a look at them tonight.

He kept feeling some uneasiness.

When Shane returned to the old mansion, it was already past one o'clock at night.

The living room of the old mansion was still brightly lit, and Mrs. Fuller Senior was in the living room without any intention of going to sleep.

After several ineffective attempts at persuading her, Ms. Laura decided that she might as well stay in the living room with her.

That was until the butler opened the door.

"Kneel." Mrs. Fuller Senior picked up a cushion and threw it to the person at the door.

Shane caught the cushion, put it on the cold tile, and slowly knelt down.

Toward his grandmother, he could only feel respect and love. If she asked him to kneel, he would kneel.

Mrs. Fuller Senior looked at him sorrowfully and said, "Shane. Shane, what have I taught you? Did you forget everything?"

"I wouldn't dare."

"Oh, wouldn't you? I don't think you respect me at all!"

"I wouldn't dare," Shane replied in a flat tone.

"Give me a definite answer. Is it possible for you and Lottie to reconcile with each other? What's going on with Tiffany?" "The marriage certificate is still with you. Without it, even if we sign the papers, it will take at least three months for us to divorce."

Mrs. Fuller Senior sneered and said, "That's what you think. What does Charlotte think?"

Shane was silent, and Mrs. Fuller Senior turned her gaze on Cole. Cole immediately lowered his head. He was trembling.

Even though he had been working for Mr. Fuller for so many years, he didn't dare to make any mistakes or lie to Mrs. Fuller Senior. "Cole, tell me."

"I want to hear the truth!" Mrs. Fuller Senior scolded.

The amiable look on her face from before had completely disappeared. At that time, her aura was that of someone with great authority. Cole glanced at Shane.

He did not give Cole any hints.

Cole couldn't help but grit his teeth and said, "Miss Charlotte took Miss Sheryl abroad..."

"Well, Shane! Is that what you dare not tell me?" Mrs. Fuller Senior was so angry that her chest heaved violently.

Shane's facial expression didn't change at all. It was as if he was an iron-willed and cold-hearted machine.

Mrs. Fuller Senior stood up and walked to Shane with unsteady steps. She said, "I don't care what method you use, I want to see my granddaughter!" "She is not related to you by blood."

"She is if I say she is."

"Grandma, you can't force..." Shane hadn't finished his words when Mrs. Fuller Senior suddenly fell down in front of him.

He immediately got up and caught the old woman.

In a panic, Cole immediately called the ambulance.

That night, everything was in a mess. Fortunately, Mrs. Fuller Senior's condition was not serious. She had only been angered into fainting.

In the hospital corridor, Shane was sitting in a plastic chair and smelling the disinfectant in the air. He was numb like a zombie.

After he dealt with some papers, Cole returned to Shane's side. "Mr. Fuller, I've already settled them all."

"Alright, you can go home."

"And you'll stay here alone? You haven't had any good rest in three days. Even if you care about Miss Charlotte, you've already..."

"I don't care about her."

Cole was speechless.

Since Mr. Fuller had already said so, what else could he do? He had no choice but to go home without him.

When Cole got home, he opened the brown paper envelope and flipped through a few pages.

Clatter!

The whole envelope fell to the ground.

Cole took a deep breath and rushed to the parking lot with the envelope. He returned to the hospital as fast as he could.

"Didn't I tell you to go back and rest?" Shane looked up at him coldly.

"Mr. Fuller..." Cole's voice was hoarse, and the eyes behind his gold- rimmed glasses were shot through with red. "We might have been deceived before." He handed over the document.

Shane's fingers tightened. He remained as calm as ever despite his injuries. "When did you get this document?"

"After your conversation with Miss Emerson that day, she came downstairs and threw this into the trash can. I picked it up out of curiosity..."

He and Sheryl were father and daughter.

These results were completely different from the one before.

"Verify this."

"Yes, sir."

Shane looked at the brown paper envelope beside him.

In his mind, however, Charlotte was leaning against Christopher. Her eyes were red and she looked like a soft little rabbit.

He thought that he was the only one who knew how weak she was, but he had never thought that she would go with someone else.

His eyes grew colder.

She was the one who did not hesitate to bury this marriage.

Even if Sheryl was his daughter.

What... did that have to do with him?

In his mind, the image of Charlotte and Christopher gradually became blurred. Instead, it was replaced with a cute and delicate face. When the little girl smiled, there were dimples on her face. She approached him sweetly and called him daddy.

Damn it.

Shane opened his eyes and pounded hard on the wall with his clenched fists.

Instantly, the gauze covering his palm was dyed in a bright red color.

"My Daddy is a superhero." Sheryl shook her head in a serious way.

The image was too clear.

Even if he could force himself to say that he had no feelings for Charlotte, he couldn't deny that, after coming into contact with her, Sheryl was like an angel. She had an indelible position in his heart.

It was too late for everything.

A few hours later, the plane landed.

Among the hurrying crowd, a man dressed in a khaki coat was particularly conspicuous.

His back was straight and he wore a pair of large silver-framed spectacles. His features were delicate but still masculine. Whether it was his watch or his tie, they were all limitededition, custom-made designs. Sheryl's sharp eyes spotted her Uncle Rick at a glance. She immediately ran off and hugged the man's thigh. "Uncle Rick, I missed you so much!"

The little fellow girl in a childish tone.

Rick smiled. He lifted the child to lean against his shoulder and said, "I missed you very much, too."

"Hey, he. Last time you said that you would take me to the park..."

"I'll take a day off today, and tomorrow I'll take my darling with me, okay?"

"That's great!" The little girl danced with joy.

After all, a child was still a child.

Initially, Charlotte had been worried that Sheryl would keep talking about Shane. But in the end, this little girl was more adaptable than she herself was.

The group of people went to the exit of the airport.

Rick called for an eight-seater rental car, which could not only accommodate everyone but also all the luggage.

Originally, they were going to live in the Jane residence. However, the Jane residence was too far away from the city center. It was more suited for a relaxation trip instead of a sightseeing trip. Therefore, Rick had booked a mansion for rent in the city center.

"I've heard of hostels and serviced apartments, but what's a mansion for rent? What new-fangled thing is this?" Anne frowned.

"They're not so different from the other two. You can think of it as a hostel for capitalists," Rick said with a smile. However, his gaze was focused on Charlotte.

From the moment she had seen him, she had been silent.

Charlotte noticed his gaze and smiled at him, "Sorry to trouble you again."

"Why are you feeling embarrassed?" Rick sighed. "It seems that our relationship is not good enough."

"That's not what I meant." Charlotte immediately explained.

"It's been a few months since we parted. You seem... distant."

"I'm not..."

Charlotte couldn't argue with him.

Anne snorted. "She got married back home and was hurt by love. Rick, talk to her."

Married?

Rick sensed a trace of insufferable pain. His expression became stiff, but soon, he returned to normal and said-