Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen-Chapter 730: Two Clear

George Stephens hesitated for a moment, pouting slightly, and complained quietly, "Mom, why do you always tell me to study? I’m not always being lazy... And Daisy Ginger never makes Erin study; he’s always drawing with his paintbrush and not studying."

"Your tutor calls me every day to complain that you never finish your homework on time. You also skip horse riding lessons to play hide-and-seek with them all day."

George pouted, "That’s because their teaching is boring."

"Then I’ll talk to your grandma tomorrow to get you a new batch of tutors."

George shook his head vigorously like a rattle, "No, no, no."

Charlotte Smith was truly at a loss with him, looking at the child helplessly, "George, you need to be a bit more obedient, okay?"

George lowered his head without making a sound.

"You’re in the Stephens family, and the teachers they find for you are carefully selected. The knowledge you learn from them is something I can’t teach you," Charlotte said, gently pulling the child into her arms, "You said Erin doesn’t study, but isn’t he also painting every day? He learns what he’s supposed to learn too. What you will have to manage in the future is different, so what you need to learn is different. Understand?"

George peeked out from her embrace, looking at his mother in confusion.

Charlotte looked at his little face.

Feeling a bit heartbroken.

He was looking more and more like Robert Stephens, and she didn’t know how long those secrets could be kept in the Stephens family.

Once discovered by those people, could she protect George? 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

She didn’t know...

She wished time would hurry up, that George could grow up quickly and reach an age where he could take care of himself, so that when the truth came out, he could be self-reliant.

But for now, he was still so small, so naive...

He was still a child who needed her protection.

"Mom?"

As if sensing her sadness, George reached out his small hand, touching Charlotte’s eyes, feeling a hint of moisture.

"Why are you crying?"

Charlotte lowered her head and kissed the child’s forehead gently, whispering, "George, promise mom you’ll study hard every day, okay?"

George, a bit bewildered, felt the weight of his mother’s words and nodded lightly, "...Okay."

"No more skipping classes?"

"No more skipping classes." He nodded obediently.

Charlotte looked at him and smiled slightly, then opened a packet of chocolate, placed it in George’s arms, and stroked his little head.

...

They went to a nearby mall to have a western meal and then checked into a five-star hotel.

It was George’s first time going out with Charlotte, and he quickly forgot the unpleasantness of being kicked out of the house, reclining on the sofa, legs stretched, snacking on chips while watching cartoons.

Charlotte finished her bath and, seeing the child lounging improperly, furrowed her brows and said helplessly, "Who taught you to sit like that?"

Seeing her, George immediately put his legs down and stuck his tongue out at her.

Wiping her damp hair, she came over to throw the scattered crumbs from the sofa into the trash, then sat beside George, accompanying him in watching cartoons for a while.

George nestled into his mother’s arms, sniffing the scent of her body wash, sweetly saying, "Mom, you smell nice."

Charlotte looked down at him, seeing his bright, sparkling eyes and well-behaved, cute appearance, and gently kissed his soft cheek, her heart melting completely.

Her child, the one she endured much hardship to bring into the world, she sought nothing more in life but for George to grow up happy and carefree, even without Edward Stephens’ protection.

She closed her eyes and sighed lightly.

*

Early the next morning, Charlotte had breakfast at the hotel’s buffet with George before taking him back to the Stephens family home.

George was led out of the car by her and handed over to his tutor, behaving impeccably.

His tutor was a middle-aged woman who had been worn down by George’s antics. Now seeing him act like an obedient little rabbit, she watched him nervously, afraid he might bolt.

Charlotte walked over, crouched in front of George, and touched the child’s little face, "Do you remember what you promised mom yesterday?"

George looked at her with his beautiful eyes and nodded, "I remember."

Charlotte, without makeup, her fair complexion showing little color, looked at George with warmth. She kissed his soft little face and took out a few pieces of chocolate from her pocket, saying gently, "When you get tired from studying, have a piece of candy."

George nodded, taking his tutor’s hand, and went inside with her.

Charlotte stood at the door, watching the child’s figure disappear before slowly turning her gaze away.

She slowly turned, opened the car door, and sat in the driver’s seat.

For a moment, she felt a bit lost, not knowing what to do next.

As long as George was obedient, the Stephens family would take good care of him.

All she needed to do was keep the secret, and there would be no need to worry too much.

This was selfish, but it was also the only thing she could do for George.

Her life suddenly felt empty, without the constant sight of a back she had been focused on, she didn’t know what to do.

Perhaps...

She had really grown accustomed to watching over him.

Not a good habit.

*

The case for Robert Stephens was opening in court, just tomorrow.

Daisy Ginger had inquired about the court time; it was at nine in the morning. This was the biggest case Los Angeles had seen in a decade, and it wasn’t open to the public, only a few family members and internal personnel were allowed to attend.

Daisy was no longer the Stephens’ daughter-in-law and naturally didn’t have the privilege to go in. She wasn’t particularly concerned about Robert’s final outcome, focusing instead on picking out Edward’s clothes for the court appearance tomorrow and leaving it at that.

The man noticed only one set of his clothing hanging on the rack and seemed a bit dissatisfied, "Where are your clothes?"

Daisy Ginger: "I’m not going. I’m sleeping in tomorrow."

Edward Stephens clicked his tongue lightly, "Then I’m not going either."

"..." Daisy looked at him, at a loss for words.

Did he think a court trial was some family picnic requiring her attendance too?

The man saw her twisted expression and chuckled softly, pulling her over to sit on his lap, "Just teasing you. There’s nothing fun there; you don’t need to go."

Daisy wrapped her arms around his neck, looking up at his exquisite, pale face. After watching his expression for a while, she gently spoke, "Go see your brother’s final journey, and you two can settle your scores."