“Yeah.” Zachary nodded.
“Wow, that’s great!” Jamie was overjoyed. “Does this mean that you’ve reconciled?”
“We need more time…” Turning around, Zachary glanced at Charlotte. “Mommy’s still angry at me, so I must impress her.”
“Haha! Do your best!” Jamie clenched his fist and pumped it into the air. “I won’t disturb you anymore. I’ll wait for you downstairs!”
“Go on.” Zachary stroked his head and closed the bedroom door.
“What nonsense are you telling Jamie?”
Charlotte walked out of the partition after changing her clothes.
When Zachary turned to look at her, he saw that she was wearing a white dress. Her hair draped over her shoulders, while her face was without any makeup. She looked like her past self—much more gentle and affectionate.
“I look so weak and vulnerable wearing these clothes,” remarked Charlotte mockingly. “Precisely so, all of you keep bullying me.”
“No one bullies you.” Frowning, Zachary stared at her. “Sometimes, it’s just fate playing a prank on you.”
“Fate is only an excuse used by failures.”
Charlotte could not be bothered to talk to him.
“Where are you going?” Zachary immediately pulled her back.
“I’m leaving! Am I going to stay here and let all of you harm me?” She glared at him coldly. “When I find Dr. Felch, I’ll bring the three kids back to me. Then, I’ll settle my score with the Nacht family!”
With that, Charlotte flung his hand away and left.
“Wait!” Zachary quickly stopped her. “I have something to tell you.”
“There’s nothing for us to talk about.”
Just when Charlotte opened the door and was about to leave, she froze.
Robbie was standing outside with a hand raised, about to knock on the door. However, it was obvious that he had overheard their argument. His hand was frozen mid-air, while a crestfallen expression crossed his face.
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