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?
