Chapter 487
Annabel lowered her head, humble as if she was a maid as she explained, “I didn’t have a choice… After I came back, I realized that my parents who had neglected me for years camé back as well. They explained that they had no choice but to neglect me back then. After being an orphan for many years, all I wanted was to reunite with them and live a simple life…”
“So you stayed in Burlington for five years and gave birth to Anthony’s son!?” McKenzie’s voice went louder than before, glaring at Annabel with her flaming eyes. “I can make you disappear after what you did!” 1
At Violet Villa.
Charmine reclined on the sofa languidly as she reminded Rio, “Do take good care of Grandpa, and make sure he’s well taken care of.”
“Don’t worry-Senior Jordan seemed healthier and happier after learning the truth. Do be prepared that Joey and Adam are about to come and see you, though,” informed Rio.
Charmine’s eyes remained emotionless and distant. The reason she exposed Tiffany’s true colors was not that she wanted to go back to the Jordan family. She merely wanted Tiffany to pay for her actions.
Their apology and remorse meant nothing to her. On the other side of the sofa, the little Chris laid flat on the sofa as he drew with a color pencil. After Charmine hung up on the call, he shifted forward to present her his painting, “Mommy, Mommy, look! I painted this for you.” 1
Charmine accepted the paper to see that a heart-warning scene was drawn on the paper. Through the natural light coming from the window, she reclined languidly on the sofa. The painting was delicate and refined; it was a painting of high standards. 1
However…
Chris used a white pencil to draw a big circle on her abdomen, and in it lied a cute baby girl who slept peacefully. Charmine’s lips twitched slightly. Did Chris want a baby sister so badly? 1 Ever since that night, it seemed that Chris had been anticipating a baby sister every day, either through paintings or preparing toys. He even built a small bed with excitement. When he found out about the truth, he might… Charmine’s gaze landed on Anthony who was sitting not far away from them. Anthony sat cross-legged on the single sofa with a document on his lap. His look was serious as he exuded an air of elegance and coldness. It was as if he was posing for a fashion magazine.
Even though they lived together, her heart would still race at breakneck speed whenever she looked at him. The wound on his arm stood out from his otherwise perfect skin.
Charmine recalled how he protected her the other day, and the days they spent together. Somehow, a strange thought came to mind: It would not be so bad to have a baby with him after all.
She was aware of how well Anthony had treated her. He seemed serious about this relationship
Out of the blue, the doorbell rang.
Charmine frowned. Who would come to Violet Villa at this hour? Was it Joey, and that soon,
too?
She stood up to open the door, only to see a woman less than 1.6 meters tall standing by the door. Her palm-sized face was pitiable, and her eyes seemed glossed over with tears. She was dressed in a faded and cheaply made white dress, and the woman seemed like a feeble character.
She was like a white lily, so weak and gentle that could be blown away by the wind. She was the real kind of white lily, unlike the type Tiffany pretended to be.
After seeing Charmine, Annabel stuttered, “Hello…May… May I ask if Mr. Bailey is here?”
Charmine frowned. She was here for Anthony?
Uneasy, Charmine turned to Anthony, “Anthony, someone’s here for you.”
Anthony looked up from the document in his hands. When he saw the person by the door, his eyes darkened as the hands that held the document jolted.
