The Silent Wife novel (Rachel and Justin) novel Chapter 495

“Samuel, you don’t look happy. Is something bothering you?” Charlotte’s sweet baby voice sounded.

“Godmother took me to see someone today,” said Samuel, behaving precociously.

“Was it Mr. Ryan?” Charlotte had met and knew of Ryan.

“Yeah. He’s sick.”

“Oh, so you and Godmother went to the hospital to visit him earlier, huh?”

“Yeah.”

Charlotte propped her elbows on her knees and cupped her cheeks, leading half of her face to be covered. “Is Mr. Ryan going to die?” she asked while blinking.

“He said he won’t die just yet.”

“In that case, that means he’s okay. Daddy said everybody would die eventually. Not dying just yet means he’s all okay.”

If someone passed by at this time, they would definitely be rendered at a loss for words by the conversation. These two children didn’t even care that it was the first day of Springfest to talk about life and death so casually.

However, Samuel wasn’t bothered if Ryan would live. After long deliberation, he turned to Charlotte. “Do you think Godmother will be with Mr. Leroy?”

“Why?” Charlotte sat upright at that. “Leroy’s so handsome!”

“However, Ryan is-”

“He’s what?”

Samuel left his words hanging at that.

He was half a year younger than Charlotte; despite being far more intelligent than their peers, she was still a league below him maturity-wise. It probably had to do with Justin shielding her too well.

“Nothing. Are you cold? Let’s head home.”

Charlotte sniffled and nodded sweetly. It did feel somewhat chilly. At that, Samuel stood up and extended his hand toward the little girl. Their icy little hands slowly warmed as they walked hand in hand.

Charlotte followed behind Samuel. Though she hadn’t a clue what was troubling him, she still couldn’t help wanting to comfort him. “Samuel, no matter what happens, you have me, Mommy, Daddy, Godmother, Aunt Gloria, and Mr. Victor.

That will never change.”

Samuel was taken aback for a moment and suddenly seemed enlightened. Moments later, he tightened his grip on Charlotte. “Come on, Aunt Gloria’s still waiting for us to make her crepe cake.”

“Godmother’s allergic to mangoes, though.”

“She can make a matcha-flavored one.”

“I don’t like matcha. It tastes bitter.”

“In that case, we’ll ask Aunt Gloria to make a banana crepe cake.”

“Hey, I’ve never had that before!”

With that, the two walked out of the strawberry garden. Gloria stood with her arms akimbo in the kitchen doorway as she looked at the basket the little munchkins brought back. “Are these all the strawberries you guys spent half an hour picking?”

Charlotte blinked her big, round eyes. “There are no strawberries anymore, so we picked bananas instead.”

Gloria thought the little girl was humiliating her intelligence. “And in which part of this garden is there a banana tree?”

Forget about this part of the land, there was not a spot in Riverdale where a banana tree could grow as if a tropical fruit could grow in this part of the world.

Samuel, on the other hand, was helpless. He had already told Charlotte this plan wouldn’t work, but the little girl insisted otherwise.

Gloria had just learned how to make crepe cakes, so she thought about making a strawberry-flavored one. But now, with the key ingredient missing, her only dish on the first day of Springfest ended with a failure. As such, she couldn’t help feeling irritated.

“How am I supposed to make a strawberry crepe cake without strawberries?”

“Well, you can make a banana crepe cake.”