After saying goodbye to Leanna and going their separate ways, Charlotte seemed to be in low spirits when she arrived home. There was no trace of the excitement she displayed when she went out earlier that day.
Charles was reading a book. When he looked up and glanced at her, he said calmly, "You almost bought everything in the mall, so why do you look so sad now?"
Charlotte sat down next to him, plopping onto the armrest of the couch. She still looked downcast.
Charles said, "Come on, I let you go out today, didn't I? Why do you look so upset? Did someone bully you?"
Sometime later, Charlotte finally opened her mouth sluggishly. "No."
For the past two weeks, Charlotte had behaved quite well at home. It was obvious that she knew she had committed mistakes in the past. Perhaps feeling that her patience was running out, Charles closed his book and said, "From tomorrow onward, you don't have to stay at home anymore. Just go wherever you want."
He thought that Charlotte would be so elated that she would jump for joy, but weirdly enough, she simply hummed a response and left it at that.
Charles couldn't stand it anymore. "What exactly is wrong with you? Did you get bullied after all?"
Charlotte shook her head and forced herself to sit up as she said to him, "Dad, do you think Uncle Joseph is really dead?"
When Charles heard that, his expression sank a little. After a while, he said, "He's not part of the Woodleys anymore, and neither is he your uncle. He has nothing to do with us."
Charlotte pouted and fell silent.
Seeing her like that, Charles sighed silently. "Charlotte, I never said much to you about… this incident, but you also saw what he did that day. He was planning to kill everyone in the Woodley Family, and he even destroyed your grandfather's ashes. He's no longer the Uncle Joseph who used to pamper you when you were young."
"But…" Charlotte felt it was inappropriate to say this, but still, she couldn't help correcting Charles. "Those aren't Grandpa's ashes, though…"
Charles was stunned, then said furiously, "You—"
Charlotte hastily put some distance between them. "I know what you mean, but it's the truth."
Charles was silent for a moment before saying, "Have you forgotten what he did to you in Highside?"
"I didn't. Uncle Joseph did hire people to take me away, but he never hurt me," Charlotte said quietly. "I know what you want to say, and I know Uncle Joseph isn't a good man, but… you were wrong just now. He's still the same Uncle Joseph who pampered me when I was young."
Charles was stunned. He swallowed the words he was about to say, unable to retort for a moment.
No matter how many unforgivable things Joseph did, it was true that he hadn't harmed Charlotte at all—that was precisely why they had planned everything during the funeral.
Charles sighed and fell silent.
Charlotte continued, "Someone told me that only I know how Uncle Joseph treated me. People might see him as a bad guy, but to me, he'll always be my Uncle Joseph."
She did have a point there.
Charles asked casually, "Who told you that?"
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