Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen-Chapter 605: Poor

The entire Smith family had been slaughtered by him.

Only she was left alive.

It must have been deliberate, leaving her behind to watch all her loved ones die one by one.

Then, to make her numb as well.

To make her accept all his revenge against her and believe that she deserved it.

Otherwise, what else could she do?

She had to stay alive; such a large family depended on her alone, and if she were to die, the Smith family would cease to exist.

On the road, Daisy Ginger didn’t say another word.

As a woman herself, it was impossible for her not to sympathize with Charlotte Smith’s plight.

Even though, to this day, she couldn’t come to terms with what this woman had done.

Her birth had twisted her, and twisted her life...

As they neared the Stephens family home, Daisy and Charlotte swapped places.

Erin Ginger had fallen asleep in the car, and Daisy cradled her in her arms.

She thought of George Stephens.

"Do you really love Edward that much?" she asked.

Charlotte turned her head to look at her.

"Isn’t it too selfish to let your child be born into such a family, to live in such a world?"

"Miss Ginger, I’m not like you." Charlotte stopped the car in front of a small villa and said softly, "I have no choice."

"I am a... person with no future. Yet, I still want to leave myself some hope. I know I’m very selfish, but I have no choice."

I have no choice.

She had repeated it for the second time.

Daisy sat in the passenger seat, glancing at Charlotte.

The smile on her lips was helpless yet gentle, with a clear gaze that held an aged weight, making her seem unlike a woman in her twenties. As Daisy looked at her, she suddenly thought that if Charlotte hadn’t been born into the Smith family, her life would have been much happier.

She clearly should hate this family, yet she entangled herself with the Stephens family forever.

Clinging to the Stephens family, yet hating it; merely a woman, yet carrying the burden of an entire family’s survival.

Perhaps for her, dying in that explosion would have been a happier fate than now.

Daisy glanced at her with some sympathy, carrying Erin out of the car.

The quaint little villa had servants and a butler at the door ready to welcome them.

Robert Stephens had taken great care.

Charlotte came over from behind, "Miss Ginger, if you need anything, feel free to contact the butler; I’ll head back now."

She had reverted to her usual gentle and quiet demeanor, and the emotions glimpsed in the car were gone.

Daisy turned her head to look at her face; she was demure and obedient as ever.

Was she always like this before?

Like a soulless toy.

She only knew that Edward hated her, but Edward never told her what Charlotte used to be like.

She was so beautiful; if only her expressions were livelier, she would enchant every man in the world.

Robert Stephens truly was a cruel man, to turn such a beauty into a soulless shell.

One couldn’t help but feel disgusted after looking at her for too long.

Daisy nodded, watching Charlotte get into the car and leave. She sighed softly, looking down at Erin sleeping sweetly in her arms, and gently nuzzled the child’s soft face.

For a mother, the pain of losing a beloved child can really drive a woman mad...

She couldn’t help but feel pity for Charlotte Smith.