Even with half her face disfigured, she still has such a hold over my son! Oh, this is maddening.
Lochlan was at a loss.
His own mother raised him up, and he was eternally grateful for that. He could still vividly remember what she had to go through that night.
However, the fact remained that Lottie was disfigured. She spends her days cooped up at home and she’s never offended anybody. Who would be as cruel as to disfigure her?
Charlotte stared dejectedly at Lochlan, her heart stone cold.
She could see the struggle and hesitation in the man’s eyes.
Then she burst into a heart-wrenching laugh.
“You don’t believe me.”
Lochlan’s body twitched. He felt so guilty that he couldn’t even bear to meet Charlotte’s reddened eyes. “It’s not that I don’t believe you, Lottie. I just want to get to the bottom of this before I come to any conclusions.”
“What I’ve said is the truth. But it doesn’t matter if you believe me or not,” Charlotte sighed as she shook her head. “Please don’t appear before me ever again. I don’t remember who you are anyway. Kindly return me all of my ID. Since the Fraser family doesn’t welcome me, you guys shouldn’t be withholding my stuff.”
Lifting her chin slightly, she gave them a frosty look.
Lochlan stared at her in disbelief. Is this still that quiet girl who couldn’t even express herself?
He discovered that the haughty look Charlotte had was extremely familiar. She looks... she looks just like Ashlyn!
How could she possibly resemble the cold and strong-willed Ashlyn?
I must be confused.
Lochlan’s head was in a mess. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t bring himself to believe either side of the story.
Although Mrs. Fraser hadn’t had her say yet, he started dragging her out of the place.
“Don’t you find this humiliating? Let’s go home, Mom,” he pleaded.
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