Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen-Chapter 726: He refused to see her

Erin was coaxed back to the dining room, Daisy hesitated for a moment before going upstairs to find Edward Stephens.

The man sat on the sofa in the bedroom, unusually holding a lit cigarette between his fingers.

His handsome face was cold and stern, and he didn’t look up even when she opened the door and came in.

Daisy walked over softly and sat beside him, gently holding his hand that was resting next to him.

"I’m sorry." She lowered her head, looking at his pale fingertips, "I thought you wouldn’t bring him in. Please don’t be angry."

"..."

"He had a conflict with Charlotte, that’s why I kept him at our house..."

The man withdrew his fingers from her palm coldly: "He has a conflict with Charlotte, do you want to be his mother? Their mother-son issues have nothing to do with you."

Daisy didn’t know what to say, she could only apologize to him: "I’m sorry, I’m sorry..."

She just thought that little George was too pitiful being alone in the Stephens family and wanted to take care of him. She didn’t expect Edward’s reaction to be so intense, it backfired.

The man reached out and pinched her jaw, frowning, looking at Daisy with a complicated gaze.

"Don’t bring him in again. Otherwise, I’ll send him to the countryside, out of sight and out of mind."

Daisy’s eyelids twitched slightly, seeing the cold and ruthless look in his eyes, realizing he was serious.

She quickly nodded, "I understand, I understand. Please don’t be angry."

Alas, he wasn’t even her son, yet she worried so much.

The man glanced at her indifferently, snorted coldly, and withdrew his hand.

He seemed still angry, sitting on the sofa silently without acknowledging her for a long while.

Daisy knew she had touched the man’s sensitive spot. Many times, this man was gentle towards her and the children, never showing anger like this.

"Do you want to eat something?" Daisy stood up from the sofa, saying to Edward, "I’ll go downstairs and bring you some snacks?"

The man glared at her, took off his jacket, and went to bed, "I don’t want to eat. I’m full of anger."

"Alas."

Daisy looked at his back, sighing helplessly.

...

Daisy went downstairs, stuffed a few freshly made pastries into Erin Ginger’s hands, asking Erin to take them upstairs to console Edward.

Once Erin went upstairs, Daisy asked someone for Charlotte Smith’s phone number and told her George had just left and wasn’t with her, asking her to find him quickly.

As for George, she had no special feelings for him for a long time, and she could understand Edward’s dislike for George.

It’s just...

The ones at fault were Charlotte and Robert Stephens. George was innocent...

Having lost Robert’s protection, and with Edward hostile toward him, if Charlotte didn’t take good care of him, the child’s mental state could be problematic.

But as an outsider, she couldn’t do anything.

Hanging up the phone, Daisy thought of George’s messy dirty hair and his eyes that had lost confidence and brilliance compared to before, sighing lightly.

The ones who were wrong were the adults, this mistake shouldn’t be a burden on a child only eight years old...

Should it?

*

Charlotte Smith drove onto the grass, finding George Stephens all dirty from rolling around.

He didn’t know where he went, and the clothes he wore, which were a size too small, were torn and had a hole.

He held a piece of grass in his mouth, leisurely basking in the sun on the lawn. Seeing her getting out of the car, he spat out the grass and picked another to hold in his mouth.

Charlotte walked over, picked him up from the ground, brushed the dust off him, looked at his dirty little face, frowned, suppressed saying anything, and carried him to the car.

Mother and son didn’t communicate on the way.

George seemed to have changed from a noisy child to a quiet one.

He supported his face, looking out the window, with a faint expression.

"Did you eat?"

Charlotte asked softly.

George looked out the window: "A little."

"Then, shall we go eat a bit more now?"

"I’m very puzzled."

Charlotte was slightly stunned, "Hmm?"

"Why did you give birth to me?"

"..." She subconsciously tightened her grip on the steering wheel, her pupils slightly contracted.

George didn’t look at her, only continued expressing his thoughts.

"Dad hates me, family doesn’t like me, teachers are gone, I feel like an outsider here."

Charlotte quietly stopped the car.

She took a slight breath, looking at him sadly.

George turned his head, meeting his mother’s gaze.

"Am I an unwanted child?" He whispered, "Should I not have been born?"

Charlotte shook her head, her voice trembling: "No."

"Then why doesn’t dad like me?"

"George..."

"I know, I always knew... He never liked me, no matter how I try to please him, he hates me. But I don’t know what I did wrong... Unless... unless being born was the mistake..."

Charlotte suddenly reached out, holding George tightly in her arms.

"It’s not the case." She urgently denied, "George, you are mom’s child. Mom loves you, you are not a mistake, you are not!"

"Then why doesn’t dad like me?"

Children can be stubborn, stubborn in wanting an answer.

Charlotte took a slight breath, not knowing how to explain to him.

George waited for a moment, lowering his eyes slightly disappointed.

After a while, he whispered, "Mom, I miss my teacher..."

His voice carried a sob.

"Will I never see my teacher again?"

After Robert Stephens disappeared, he gradually realized who treated him the best in this world.

Who was the one who unconditionally pampered him, who regardless of how many times he caused trouble, would always forgive him.

Charlotte couldn’t help but shed tears.

"George..." She murmured, "I’m sorry... Mom has been trying to find a way these days, to let him out, ignoring your feelings..."

She wiped George’s eyes, softly said, "Mom will take you to see the teacher today, okay?"

George was stunned: "Can I still see him?"

"If it’s you... he should agree to see you."

Since George was taken by police, she had countless times asked the police to let her see him, but was refused by Robert.

He refused to see her.

He didn’t want to see her.

She thought the one who hated him the most in this world was her.

She didn’t expect that at the moment of life and death, the one who hated her the most was actually him.

So cruel, even denying her a final meeting, not giving her an explanation, choosing to take everything into hell.

Even though back then, the one who hurt her the most was him.