Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen-Chapter 756: The things he left her

She is George Stephens’ mother, but she has already lost the right to be his mother, and even to meet her own child, she needs to ask.

Lady Stephens’ voice in the phone seemed somewhat hesitant, and Charlotte understood her hesitance—

After all, she wasn’t as harmless as she appeared. Living with Robert Stephens for so many years had taught her to think like him, to stop at nothing to achieve her goals.

Indeed, that man had taught her a lot. Charlotte couldn’t help but smile bitterly in her heart at this thought.

She was his creation, whether she wanted it or not.

"Aunt," Charlotte called softly, with a bit of pleading and flattery, "I can help you convince George, if he is willing to see me..."

After a long time, Lady Stephens sighed softly, with a hint of helplessness: "Charlotte, I’ll bring him out, but please don’t do anything foolish anymore."

Charlotte couldn’t help but smile bitterly in her heart.

What else could she do?

That man had cut off all her retreat, even in death, he wouldn’t let her go.

That’s how much he hated her.

Wishing she would live under his shadow and never live well for her entire life.

"I know."

...

After agreeing on a meeting place with Lady Stephens, Charlotte got up from the bed and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Once she was freshened up, she changed into a long-sleeved khaki dress, made of cashmere, quite warm for this autumn.

On the dressing table lay an unopened envelope.

A white envelope, sealed with golden wax, brought to her personally by Robert Stephens’ lawyer a few months ago.

She didn’t expect Robert Stephens to leave something for her and was somewhat surprised when she received it.

However, she dared not open it.

The person was dead, yet for some reason, she was still afraid.

Afraid of Robert Stephens, afraid of everything he left behind, afraid that he would torture her even in death.

She held the envelope over the light, nothing seemingly placed inside, just a thin piece of letter paper.

In the deep quietness of the night, she tossed and turned, pondering what fleeting words he might leave for her.

That man, knowing before he died that George was his flesh and blood, had Edward expose his identity, refusing to let his own son go. What venomous curse would he lay upon her, this rebellious woman who secretly bore his child against his wishes?

How would he use caustic words to mock her actions, ruining everything?

Would he ridicule her for pulling all strings to exonerate him when he was imprisoned?

Had he long seen through those petty schemes, which was why he died with all secrets before her eyes?

She could never know that Robert Stephens had deliberately shielded her under him with various intentions. He killed her parents but left her alone.

...

At a quarter past nine, she arrived at the agreed-upon place with Lady Stephens.

A private room in the café.

Lady Stephens and George were not yet there. She ordered the drinks both favored and waited quietly for them in the private room.

About ten minutes later, footsteps sounded outside, and someone gently pushed the private room door open. The figures of Lady Stephens and George appeared before her.

George stood alone, not being held by Lady Stephens as usual, wearing old clothes from last year. The black hoodie was a bit small, exposing a section of his slender, fragile wrist. Charlotte glanced, and her heart was sharply pierced.