Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen-Chapter 779: Compensate me once in the car

Charlotte initially listened to her, thinking she hoped she could help take care of Ryan Smith, but unexpectedly, she was actually asking her to conceal the news of her death.

The woman trembled as she withdrew her gaze, unable to suppress the forced smile on her lips, and raised her hand to gently wipe away her tears.

"If I die, little Ryan truly has nothing left," the woman’s voice was full of pain. "That child has suffered a lot for me, I don’t want to leave him alone... it’s just..."

Charlotte knew that after she gave birth to Ryan Smith, she struggled to survive, and in the end, it was working at a bar accompanying guests that she drank herself into gastric problems.

A mother wants to leave a glimmer of hope for her child’s survival, hoping she can conceal the news of her death.

But her mother, for her own sake, sent her into that car with a bomb...

Charlotte shook her head, letting out a bitter laugh.

The woman thought her reaction was a refusal and called out to her somewhat sadly: "Miss Smith..."

"Auntie, don’t worry, I’ll take care of him," Charlotte said warmly. "I think Ryan isn’t such a fragile child; he should also want to stay by your side until you..." She paused, forcing a smile, "Don’t worry, Ryan is my brother, I won’t let him suffer in the future."

*

Leaving the hospital, Robert Stephens suddenly let out a light snort.

"Little Saint."

Charlotte’s eyes widened slightly in confusion as she looked at him, "Why are you criticizing me?"

"Even taking such good care of the mistress’s son, what else could you be but a saint?"

His tone was sarcastically ambivalent.

He must have taken the wrong saintly medicine again.

"I’m not a saint."

She understood better than anyone how despicable she truly was.

"Oh, you’re not a saint? Is it that you plan to cunningly snatch custody of the mistress’s son and, once the mistress dies, ruthlessly mistreat her son?"

"...Could you not be so dark-minded?"

Charlotte looked at him helplessly, a bit speechless.

Robert Stephens reached out, pinching her cheek, "Little Saint."

"..."

"I don’t care what you think, but what you’re doing right now is not right at all."

Charlotte said, "Ryan will not betray me."

Or rather, Ryan simply has no interest in betraying her.

"You’re so good to the mistress’s son. Are you sure he will remember your kindness in the future? Don’t forget how your parents treated him."

Charlotte looked at him, slightly opening her mouth, then gently exhaled a breath.

"It’s precisely because they treated him badly that I want to be a bit kinder to him," she lowered her head. "He’s innocent. I see him so pitiful now..."

It reminds her of George.

Just like Ryan’s mother, she chose to have them out of selfish desires...

Only she is a bit more selfish and harmed many people with her deceit.

She never considered herself a good person.

Charlotte looked up, carefully tugged at the man’s sleeve, and softly said, "Robert, let me take care of him, alright? He’s already so pitiful, I don’t want him to keep wandering the streets..."

Robert Stephens looked at her quietly for a while, then let out a soft sigh. He lifted his hand to pull her into his embrace, rubbing her little head.

His tone was very helpless.

"You’re just causing yourself trouble."

"I won’t be."

"If he ever does anything bad to you, I will throw him out."

Charlotte looked up at him with delight.

The man bowed his head, touching his lips lightly to hers with a smile.

"Make it up to me in the car once."

"...What’s his obsession with cars?"