Marriage With A Evil Heart

How coincidental, someone must have spilled the beans. But it’s perfect timing!

Robert walked in and, upon seeing our situation, asked with a smile, “What’s going on here?”

Before I could speak, his mother complained first, “It’s Daisy. She didn’t even say anything and just came over to take the child back. Look at her, with that sickly appearance, can she take care of the child? I doubt she can even take care of herself!”

She accused me without the slightest politeness, unlike when she spoke with Amelia.

I didn’t engage and watched with a smile.

Charlotte glanced at me, sneered, and continued, “Look at her appearance, like a beggar. Does she look like a member of our family? Can I trust her to take Oliver back? Oliver is still mischievous, not as well-behaved as…”

Charlotte suddenly stopped herself, glanced at me, then regretfully looked at Robert. It was clear she realized she almost misspoke.

I pressed, “Not as well-behaved as who?”

In reality, I knew she wanted to say, “Not as well-behaved as Amelia’s child.”

I clenched my fists silently, staring at Robert’s face.

Robert’s eyes tightened visibly, then he looked at his mother and said, “Mom, What you’re saying? Daisy is just missing Oliver. She’s been sick for so long, and now that she’s better, she came to see him. If she wants to take Oliver back, just let her. What’s the problem?”This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

I still maintained my smiling face, observing their performance. One was acting in their true colors, and the other was playing the perfect role, like characters in an idol drama.

The image of this perfect husband, the warm and affectionate words, almost made me feel extremely grateful.

Charlotte didn’t immediately catch on to her son’s intentions. She blinked her eyes and stared at Robert.

Robert quickly added, “Mom, go help Oliver pack a few clothes. We’ll take him home for a few days. If it doesn’t work out, we’ll bring him back!”

Charlotte looked at Robert sternly, about to say something more, but Robert immediately smiled and embraced her shoulder. “Go on! Don’t worry! We have a nanny at home, so everything will be fine!”

Charlotte finally suppressed her hostile expression and turned to walk towards the inner room.

I was certain that Robert had just given his mother a hint, leading her to comply so obediently and start packing Oliver’s clothes.

However, her shout came from inside the room the next moment, “Robert, come here.”

Robert shrugged at me with open hands, reassuring, “Wait a moment! I’ll be right back!”

Watching his retreating figure, I disdainfully snorted and then lowered my head to the silent Oliver standing beside me. “Don’t be afraid. Mom will take you home to play with your little brother, okay?”

Oliver tilted his head, looking at me with a somewhat anxious expression but remained silent.

I crouched down, making eye contact with him, gently smiling as I pinched his little cheek and said with utmost affection, “Don’t you miss Mom? I missed you so much!”

His mouth twitched, but he still didn’t speak.

“I was sick before, only knew to sleep, didn’t know anything, and didn’t know you had been sent to Grandma’s. Now I’m almost better, so, of course, Oliver has to come home!” I explained softly.

“… Does that mean big sister will come home too?”

Finally, Oliver spoke, and tears almost welled up in my eyes. I vigorously nodded, responding with teary eyes, “Of course, we’re all going to be together!”

“Then, will you pick me up from school in the future?” he scrutinized me, a bit timid.

“Of course, to and from school, I will pick you up!” I couldn’t help but kiss him, feeling an inexplicable closeness. “Would you like Mom to pick you up?”

He looked at me, nodding after a while.

Honestly, I couldn’t see any mischievousness in him. Instead, there was a hint of melancholy.

Just then, Robert dragged a small suitcase out and walked out. He told Oliver, “Oliver, grab your backpack!”

Only then did Oliver release his hand and run over to pick up his little backpack, looking up at Robert.

I couldn’t shake the feeling that Oliver was afraid of Robert, and they didn’t seem close at all.