Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen-Chapter 728: George is also my child.

George buried his little face in her embrace, and upon hearing Charlotte’s words, his eyes became moist again.

He didn’t understand what benefit there was to staying with the Stephens family, apart from endless studies and empty nights.

He wanted to stay with Charlotte, not sleep alone in a dark room, nor wake up to start homework.

Anyway, no matter how hard he tried, no one noticed...

What was the point of trying?

Charlotte felt her chest dampen with George’s warm tears, her heart slightly trembling as she held the child’s small body and softly said, "Just this once today."

George lifted his head, looking at her with tearful eyes.

Charlotte took a deep breath and said to George, "Just this once, come home with Mommy. You have to study well at Grandma’s from now on, understand?"

"Okay..." George responded, reaching out to hug her, inhaling her faint scent, and couldn’t resist rubbing his face in her arms.

Charlotte knew he was being coquettish, and her heart softened. She hugged George and cuddled with him for a while, then drove to a nearby mall to have a meal, and at George’s request, bought a bunch of snacks to take in the car.

Children are easy to appease. After buying new pajamas and a lot of snacks, thinking about going home with Charlotte tonight, he quickly became happy, sitting in the car, humming English songs, swinging his legs, and eating chips.

It was the first time George had returned to his maternal home with his mother.

He felt a bit excited.

The Smith family’s place was about an hour’s drive from the Stephens family’s estate.

The Smith family had once been glorious, but ever since that incident, they were weakened to merely lingering by Robert Stephens.

The old house had fallen into disrepair, the family servants were dismissed, leaving only a few elderly people. Her parents had long perished in various "accidents," leaving only an elderly figure in charge at home.

Charlotte parked the car in front of the old house, leading George out. The child stood in front of the rusty black iron gate, looking up in astonishment at the reasonably spacious villa.

Seeing his strange expression, Charlotte glanced down at him and gently asked, "What’s wrong?"

"Looks like where a witch lives."

Since the house wasn’t inhabited by many, few lights were on inside the large villa, making it look pitch dark, lacking the luxurious grandeur of the Stephens family at night.

Charlotte couldn’t help but laugh softly at his words, "That’s why I asked you to go to Grandma’s; there’s nothing fun here."

George pouted, holding Charlotte’s hand, "I don’t want to."

Charlotte hadn’t really intended to send him back.

It was her first time bringing her child home, and there was a faint joy in her heart.

The villa was quiet, and the servants were all asleep. Charlotte entered to turn on the lights, told George to stay put, then went back to the car to bring in the pajamas and snacks.

Upon returning, she saw George standing in the middle of the hall, curiously looking around.

The Smith family’s villa was adorned with many paintings, all originals, which were the few remaining assets of the Smith family over the years.

Charlotte rubbed the child’s little head and gently asked, "Seen enough? Let’s go take a bath."

In the new environment, curiosity clearly outweighed unfamiliarity. George fussed to be picked up to admire those ancient oil paintings for a while and then concluded, "Better than Erin’s. He should come and see."

Charlotte was speechless, not knowing why he brought up Erin Ginger.

After much persuasion, she finally sent him into the bathroom, personally bathing him and putting the new pajamas on him.

The pajamas were George’s personal choice, a cartoonish little cow design, with a curly little tail on the back.

Carrying the child out of the bathroom, George tumbled onto her bed, clutching a pillow and sniffing it.

"Is this Mommy’s bed?"

Charlotte twisted the water out of her hair, seeing him roll around all damp and couldn’t help but say, "Stop running around."

She didn’t want to change the bed linens in the middle of the night.

"Heh heh heh."

George giggled foolishly, clutching her pillow.

Charlotte watched his silly antics for a while and couldn’t help but stand by the bathroom door and laugh softly.

"Knock, knock, knock."

There was a knock at the door.

Charlotte was slightly taken aback, thinking of who lived in the house. She gestured to George to be quiet, then turned to open the door.

An elder in a wheelchair sat quietly at the doorway. Seeing her, Charlotte stepped back in surprise and quickly asked, "Grandma, why are you here?"

The old woman had completely white hair, withered like a leafless tree, her skin sagging like melting fat.

Only her eyes, under dry and heavy eyelids, gleamed with a cold and murky light.

Ever since the Smith family was brought down by Robert Stephens, it was this elder who held up the entire Smith family alone, commanding immense respect from Charlotte.

"Who did you bring here?"

The old woman’s voice was dry, weak, like a leaking pipe making noise.

Charlotte softly replied, "Grandma, I brought George back to stay for a night."

The old woman frowned, glanced at the child sitting on Charlotte’s bed, and said to her, "Why did you bring him back? Our family can’t afford to take care of the Young Master of the Stephens family! If anything happens, how could our family bear the consequences?!"

Charlotte quickly said, "Grandma, I’ll take George back first thing in the morning..."

Her voice was gentle, speaking softly, but it was immediately drowned out by the old woman’s voice.

"Send him back now! He’s the descendant of the Stephens family, and any mishap will implicate our Smith family!"

Charlotte pressed her lips together, "Grandma, George is also my child."

The old woman slowly lifted her head, looked at Charlotte’s face, and coldly said, "If you hadn’t been so useless back then, our family wouldn’t have had to rely on his family for so long. Luckily Ryan amounted to something, knowing to cozy up to the second master of the Stephens family. You gave birth to his child, yet didn’t see if they recognized you or not, taking advantage for so many years, making it harder to find a good family to marry into in the future!"

"..."

"Bringing the child back now, worried no one knows you had a child out of wedlock that you’ve raised so big? Do you still want to get married?"

Charlotte kept her head down and said nothing.

The sound of a car suddenly came from downstairs. The old butler approached and told the old woman, "Madam, Young Master Ryan has returned."

The old woman’s expression changed, nodding, and told the butler, "Push me downstairs to meet him; we can’t neglect them. Our Smith family is counting on Ryan in the future..."