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Chapter 489
When Mrs. Field got a clear view of the room, her eyes widened and she instantly gave Joseph a hard slap on his
chest.
“You hooligan! Why are you in Jeaunette’s room, and why are you naked? What are you trying to do? Oh my God,
that towel was meant for Jeaunette, not you! “
Joseph replied softly in a tone of grievance. “Mom... My shower head is broken.”
Mrs. Field could clearly see the red mark of her slap on Joseph’s chest, but she did not feel the least bit sorry about
it.
“Why didn’t you shower in my room then? Why did you feel the need to come all the way here to take a bath?”
“That’s because you and dad were in the bathroom just now...” Joseph stared at Mrs. Field with a suggestive gaze.
Mrs. Field’s face immediately turned red. Did Joseph see what I was doing with his dad?
How embarrassing!
Still, she was Joseph’s mother and that gave her every right in the world to chastise him. “I don’t care! You get out
of here this instant! Get dressed before you come back!”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtJoseph grunted in annoyance and left the room.
Now that Joseph was out of sight, Mrs. Field turned to Charlotte who was sitting on the bed.
The wound on her right face had closed up, but it was still swollen. Despite that, Mrs. Field could tell how pretty
Charlotte was from the left side of her complete face that was unblemished and fair.
Charlotte was in a miserable mood, but weirdly, after seeing Mrs. Field’s motherly interaction with her son lightened
her mood.
Nonetheless, her right face still had a stinging sensation incited by her injury. It brought back unpleasant
recollections about what happened to her.
Mrs. Field sat next to her and held her hands gently. However, Charlotte subconsciously retracted her hands right
away.
She lowered her head to avoid Mrs. Field’s gaze.
Naturally, Mrs. Field could sense Charlotte’s reluctance to open up to her. She did not press her and spoke softly
instead. “I don’t know what’s your name, so I called you Jeaunette. In my home town, Jeaunette means a young girl
who’s still not ready to leave home. Can you tell me where you live so we can send you home? Your mom and dad
must be worried sick about you.”
Home?
The light in Charlotte’s eyes wavered. Do I have a home?
Since when did I ever have a home to return to?
Charlotte had always thought that Uncle Lochlan’s house was her home.
But the stone-cold reality had shattered that notion of hers time and again.
In the end, she was nothing but a lonely orphan who didn’t have a mom and a dad to love her.
“Don’t worry, my child! We are not bad people. You have slept in this room for two days since the day my son
brought you back.” Mrs. Field reassured Charlotte in a tone of patience. She then laid her eyes on Charlotte’s face.
“Do you remember how you injured your face?”
I must be so hideous right now!
Tears started to well up in Charlotte’s eyes. She sat motionless on the bed, and soon enough, her tears broke the
dam and trickled down her cheeks.
Mrs. Field sighed. “My child, don’t cry. There are still many things that can bring us joy in this world. Anyway, you
must be hungry, right? Let me make you something in the kitchen.”
She then left Charlotte alone and headed to the kitchen.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHalf an hour later, Mrs. Field carried a tray to Charlotte’s room. There were a few dishes on the tray.
“I made all of these myself. I hope you will like it!”
Charlotte was a little startled by how much Mrs. Field had brought her. In the middle of the tray was a big bowl of
chicken soup. There were a small serving of Russian potato salad and a few slices of sourdough bread at the side.
The faint aroma of the food drifted into Charlotte’s nasal cavity and her eyes instantly brightened.
This smells familiar!
Who made this for me before?
Nevertheless, Charlotte was unable to recall anything at the moment.
She didn’t have much appetite before, but the few dishes in front of her had awakened her hunger. With a flick of
her hand, she picked up the spoon and scooped a few mouthfuls of soup.
The chicken soup tasted familiar. Charlotte felt that she had tried it before as a kid.
Yet, she was very sure she had not met this woman in front of her before.
Why does it taste so familiar?
Mrs. Field smiled in contentment when she saw Charlotte eagerly eating her food. “Eat more if you like it, dear.
You’ve got to eat more so you can recover faster!”
Mrs. Field’s eyes twinkled endearingly as if she was looking at her own daughter.
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