Mysterious male escort is a mogul novel Chapter 572

Chapter 572

“What happened to Mommy?” Jamie looked at Charlotte in puzzlement.

“I guess Mommy must be having an upset stomach and needs to poo. I'm always like that, too.” Ellie commented.

“Daddy, did you quarrel with Mommy?” Robbie asked abruptly with his brows furrowed. “Mommy seems to be unhappy.”

Zachary explained patiently to the kids, “No, we didn't quarrel. Maybe she's not feeling well. Let me check on her. You guys go ahead and have fun.”

“Alright.” The kids nodded obediently.

Zachary let Mrs. Rawlston and the three nurses accompanied the kids to the garden. Then, he darted toward the washroom and yelled as he knocked lightly on the door, “Charlotte! Are you all right?”

“Anything?” Charlotte gritted the word out with great difficulty. She broke into a cold sweat and slumped on the floor, enduring the excruciating pain. She was too feeble to say anything else; there was a sense of weariness in her voice.

“Are you all right?” Zachary asked again, sensing something strange in her voice.

“I'm just having an upset stomach...” Charlotte forced herself to sound as natural as possible. “Don't worry about me. You go ahead and accompany the kids first.”

“Alright.”

As Zachary did not have any experience staying under the same roof with women, he did not know how to read a woman's mind.

He really thought that Charlotte was just having a normal upset stomach and needed to answer nature's call. It was quite embarrassing for both of them if he continued to stand outside the washroom and ask further. Hence, he decided to give her some space and just walked away.

At the moment, Charlotte was writhing in pain on the floor.

As time went by, the unbearable pain on her right arm spread gradually to her right shoulder. Even the right side of her head was in pain now...

Meanwhile, Mrs. Berry started to wonder why it took Charlotte so long to join them in the garden. She instinctively stepped into the house to look for her. “Where is Miss?” she asked the maids when there was still no sign of Charlotte.

“She's in the washroom,” she replied.

“She's in there for such a long time?” Mrs. Berry started to sense something amiss and ran hastily toward the washroom. She knocked on the door while yelling, “Miss, are you inside? Miss...”

There was no response. Mrs. Berry twisted the door handle anxiously, yet it was locked from the other side.

Instantly, her face turned pale. She was about to knock herself on the door with full force.