Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen-Chapter 757: Unspoken Goodbye

George Stephens stood at the door, glanced at her, then walked in on his own, sitting on the coffee chair opposite her. He picked up the orange juice that Charlotte Smith had ordered for him, and bit the straw with his head down.

Lady Stephens walked in from outside, slowly sat opposite her and sighed gently. She softly chatted with her, "Charlotte, how have you been?"

Charlotte Smith nodded, her eyes always resting on George Stephens, looking at the child’s tiny exposed wrist, she softly said to him, "George, the weather is getting colder, make sure you wear more clothes."

George lifted his head, glanced at her, then withdrew his gaze, and responded with an "oh."

He seemed a little absent, as if he was just going through the motions.

Lady Stephens explained to Charlotte Smith, "George and I left in a hurry today. He just casually put on some clothes before heading out. Usually, both the nanny and I are there to take care of him."

Charlotte also knew, even though George Stephens’s situation was quite awkward now, no one in the Stephens family would ever neglect him when it came to food, clothes, and living arrangements. But seeing the child come out in old clothes, her heart still ached terribly.

Charlotte quietly watched the child, noticing that he had grown quite a bit taller compared to six months ago. Too fast, she knew it would not be long before this little child in front of her would grow up, catching her off guard.

But she could no longer be there by his side.

Charlotte felt a pang of heartache; her voice turned hoarse and she softly asked him, "George, can you dress yourself now?"

Having been waited on since childhood, such daily routines of ordinary families were things George Stephens never needed to learn proactively.

With everything handed to him on a platter, he grew up spoiled by others.

George bit the straw and said blandly, "There’s nothing to it either way."

Lady Stephens sighed on the side and said to Charlotte Smith, "George has become quite independent now."

Charlotte’s gaze grew increasingly tender, but hidden in her pupils was a subtle sadness.

He’s still so young. He could have been like all the young masters of the Stephens family, without worrying about those trivial things.

Charlotte spoke softly, inquiring George, "George, Grandma said you plan to study abroad in London. Can you tell Mom how you’re approaching this?"

George had already finished his orange juice, burped, and looked up at his mother.

Mother and son bore some resemblance, with both having gentle and delicate features, except his eyes were inherited from the Stephens family, deep-set, making him look profound, impenetrable at a young age.

"Nothing much to learn at home," George said, "I want to go abroad to study for a few years." 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Charlotte Smith: "Is it because the teachers aren’t good?"

George shook his foot, his tone somewhat indifferent, "Learning is learning; it doesn’t matter if I study in a different place."

Lady Stephens couldn’t help but say, "George, you’re still young; going out without any support is difficult. If you don’t like the current teachers, Grandma can get you one you prefer, how about that?"

George turned his face coldly towards the window and said nothing more.

Charlotte looked at him, sensing that this child had changed greatly compared to six months ago.

He seemed to have grown up all of a sudden, becoming aloof and distant, and even in front of her, it felt like something stood between them, preventing closeness.

Charlotte felt as if something blocked her heart, making it hard to breathe. She softly said to George, "George, let’s wait a few more years, okay? Mom knows you have your mind made up, but you’re still very young. When you grow up a bit more, Mom will send you to study in London."

George calmly replied, "I want to go now."

"..."

"..."

Lady Stephens looked at her with some helplessness, as if she hadn’t expected that even Charlotte Smith couldn’t hold him back.

Studying abroad wasn’t something particularly unusual for them, but the child was not even ten years old; leaving home so early was indeed too soon.

Lady Stephens was reluctant.

Charlotte Smith also fell into silence. She watched as George turned his head and looked out the window. His expression was relaxed with no particular emotion, but invisibly, there was already a deep chasm between them.

After a long while, Charlotte softly asked, "When do you plan to leave?"

"Charlotte?!" Lady Stephens exclaimed, casting a look of disbelief towards her.

Charlotte’s expression did not change; she just focused intently and calmly on her child.

Only then did George turn his face back.

The child’s dark eyes met her gaze, "Next month."

"Have you picked a school you like?"

George nodded.

Charlotte was silent for a moment before softly laughing, her voice gentle and warm, "Next month, London might be even colder. Have you picked out all your clothes? Mom doesn’t have work today; let’s go buy some winter clothes for studying abroad, okay?"

George looked at her quietly, his gaze distant and unfamiliar, as if looking at a familiar stranger.

Charlotte knew that everything was beyond repair.

Her child would not forgive her, even though she had gone through great hardships to bring him into this world.

And now, he could no longer endure the birthplace and homeland that raised him.

She didn’t know how it ended up like this; it seemed everything was developing towards the worst outcome, leaving her with nothing gained and only constant loss.

In the end, she was just left alone.

Even the last of her family was lost to her.

Charlotte reached out and gently touched George’s little head, smiled at him warmly, then stood up and said to Lady Stephens, "Auntie, I’ll take George to buy some clothes; will you wait for me here?"

Lady Stephens hesitated a little, unsure if Charlotte Smith would secretly take George away.

However, George had already stood up willingly and was heading towards the door.

She watched the mother and son, who appeared like strangers to each other, remembering how George used to rely so heavily on Charlotte, and it pained her, causing her to nod slowly.

"Come back soon," she urged.

Charlotte acknowledged, picked up her bag, and then gently said to Lady Stephens, "Don’t worry, Auntie."

She shook her head gently, her tone soft, and Lady Stephens, observing her somewhat desolate expression, felt a pang of bittersweet emotion, turning her head to the side involuntarily.

She was naturally aware that Charlotte Smith had done something unforgivable, deceiving her two children, but seeing her end up so alone now, she felt a bit of pity.

What will she do in the future?

She had nothing left, and in the end, even her child was lost to her.

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Charlotte walked out slowly, seeing George leaning casually against the wall corner by the door, waiting for her.

Seeing her come out, he continued to walk forward.

The child who used to chatter non-stop had become silent, like a stranger now.