15
If the first worry was finding Evelyn, the second was…
“Knock knock.”
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The office door was knocked. The assistant, having received permission, entered.
“Mr. Wolfe, Miss Monroe…she’s here again, insisting on seeing you.”
Since the fallout between the Wolfe and Monroe families, after Charlotte’s miscarriage and her mother’s illness, their status had plummeted. Charlotte, ignoring her mother and her recent miscarriage, insisted on seeing Sebastian, pleading with him to stay with her for Sierra’s sake.
Charlotte promised she’d changed and wouldn’t hurt the children again, that she would make things work with Sebastian.
To soften his heart, she’d brought Sierra to the company, ignoring the child’s hungry cries, kneeling in the lobby.
Because of the child, the bodyguards couldn’t remove her, so they sent the assistant to speak to Sebastian.
Sebastian still felt some paternal love for Sierra, but the thought of Charlotte’s blood flowing through the child, the possibility of her becoming as vicious as her mother, extinguished that empathy instantly.
Sebastian remained silent, scrolling through information related to Evelyn.
The assistant, unable to get an answer, was about to take matters into his own hands when Sebastian finally spoke.
“If you dare to bother me with this again, you can leave with her.”
The assistant stiffened, hastily agreeing, hurrying out.
In the lobby, Charlotte knelt, motionless, holding Sierra.
Charlotte stood frozen, clutching Sierra tightly, her knuckles white from strain.
Sierra’s cries grew weaker from hunger.
But Charlotte seemed oblivious, her eyes fixed on the president’s private elevator.
Finally, the elevator moved.
With a “ding,” it descended to the first floor, the doors slowly opening, revealing a figure.
Charlotte’s vacant eyes instantly lit up. Ignoring her aching knees, she rose and approached the figure.
“Sebastian…”
An expectant, excited voice escaped her lips. She cautiously reached out, but her hand froze mid–air, her smile solidifying on her face.
“Why are you here? Where’s Sebastian?”
Charlotte looked anxiously behind the assistant, failing to see the familiar figure.
The assistant looked at her impassively. “Miss Monroe, the president made his position clear.”
“Since you enjoy abusing the child, you don’t need to raise her anymore.”
Those were Sebastian’s exact words to the assistant before he left.
Charlotte’s expression changed; she hugged the child tightly. “What do you mean?”
The sound of high heels clicked behind Charlotte. She turned to see her half–sister approaching. Before Charlotte could react, she snatched the child from her arms.
“Since you can’t take care of her, I will. Conveniently, I can’t get pregnant. Don’t worry; she’ll be my daughter.”
No–don’t!”
Panic washed over Charlotte. She frantically tried to reclaim her child, only to be knocked unconscious by a bodyguard and dragged away.
You can tell Mr. Wolfe–we’re taking her. She’s not coming back. And congratulations on the Northside land deal, Mr. Wolfe.”
Trading a child for a piece of land was a mutually beneficial deal.
It was, in a way, Sebastian’s final act of mercy towards the child.
