Chapter 223 Would you come back to me if Lola were Alive
Frederick gently embraced her shoulders.
Charlotte, unusually, did not pull away. She let him hold her for a long time.
By noon, she finally spoke, "Frederick, when are we getting a divorce?"
Frederick's body stiffened slightly. He had anticipated she would bring it up today, but he didn't want to let go so easily. He hoped to delay it, thinking there might still be a chance to save their broken marriage.
He was silent for a long time before speaking hoarsely, "Let's wait a bit longer."
Charlotte pulled away from him. She turned to look at him, and in her heart, he was already sentenced to death; she was definitely going to divorce him."What's the point?" She spoke hoarsely. "Let's end this marriage quickly. We both need to start new journeys. This marriage only existed because of Lola, and now that she's gone, we..."
Frederick interrupted her. He looked at her deeply and asked in a light, almost humble tone, "If Lola were still alive, would you come back to me?"
He asked skillfully.
He didn't ask if she would divorce him if Lola were still here.
He asked if she would come back to him.
Charlotte didn't catch on. She looked at the pale horizon and said softly, "Unfortunately, there's no 'if' between us anymore."
Frederick stepped forward again, very slowly embracing her. Before she could pull away, he whispered, "I'll sign, Charlotte. Just let me hold you for a while."
They embraced quietly.
At that moment, Frederick didn't know how long he would be separated from her—maybe two years, maybe three, or perhaps a lifetime.
But no matter how long, he told himself that he should set her free!
He looked at her deeply. "Let's go to our old apartment and have a meal together. I'll have Cherie bring the divorce papers over."
Charlotte finally pulled away from him. She smiled faintly. "There's no need."
Frederick grabbed her hand. "Let's have a meal. I'll sign after that."
He looked at her intently, very insistent.
In the end, Charlotte agreed.
She got into his car, and he made a call to Cherie, giving her some instructions. It was clear that Cherie already knew and quickly took care of it as requested.
Half an hour later, he drove to the apartment.
Everything was as it used to be.
The Rococo-style curtains, the piano, the vase, all were as they remembered. Even the injured little white dog had been brought back from the pet hospital and was lazily basking in the sun on a cushion.
When Charlotte came in, it immediately ran over. It whimpered for a long time!
Charlotte reached out and gently petted its head.
Frederick looked at her slender hand and said softly, "If you like, you can take it with you."
Charlotte nodded lightly.
Since it was their last meal together, she didn't want to dine in her hospital gown. She went to the closet, picked out a dress, and even put on some makeup.
During the meal, they were both silent.
Because on the table, besides the exquisite food, there were also two divorce agreements, neatly placed there.
Frederick moved them aside and whispered, "Let's look at them after we eat."
He gently served her food, always encouraging her to eat more.
Charlotte ate a little, then gently put down her utensils and smiled faintly. "Frederick, let's sign."
His fingers holding the chopsticks stiffened slightly.
After a moment, he said, "I'm not full yet."
Charlotte patiently waited for him. There was almost no trace of madness in her demeanor. Yes, no matter how sad, people still have to return to reality and bravely move forward.
Now, Charlotte had found her courage again. She was going to walk this path alone.
Frederick's terms were very generous, including real estate, stocks, funds, and cash totaling over $2 billion.
Charlotte hesitated to sign.
He gently and calmly said, "Take it. Don't drink yourself to death over work anymore."
Charlotte's eyes became a bit moist.
She signed.
Frederick's vision blurred. After a while, he casually asked, "Do you have any plans?"
Charlotte didn't respond.
He was momentarily dazed.
Yes, they were divorced; why ask about her plans? Of course, she wouldn't say.
It was all over.
Charlotte stood up, called the little white dog over, put a leash on it, and as she was leaving, she said softly, "I'm leaving."
Frederick remained seated at the dining table.
He wanted to see her off, but he was afraid he wouldn't be able to let go.
He watched her calm and serene demeanor, telling himself this was best for both of them. Finally, he turned his face away, his voice hoarse. "Andrew's car is downstairs."
Charlotte lowered her eyes and murmured in acknowledgment.
It was over.
As her fingers touched the door handle, Frederick suddenly spoke, "Charlotte, whether you believe it or not, I love you."
Charlotte stiffened slightly.
Her fingertips touched the metal handle, but she still opened the door.
Outside, the sun was shining brightly.
Andrew's car was parked below; he had come to pick her up personally.
Once inside the car, she didn't speak, just turned her head to look out the window.
Andrew smiled. "What?You still can't let go of that jerk, don't you?"
"No."
Andrew's gaze deepened. "By the way, that jerk left the courtroom today and is permanently out of the legal profession."
Charlotte was visibly stunned.
Andrew smiled again. "If you don't care, just move forward."
Charlotte's emotions surged. 'Frederick, what are you trying to do? On the day of our divorce, you left the legal profession forever. What are you trying to prove?'
Charlotte decided not to think about it.
Once separated, they shouldn't be concerned about each other anymore.
Charlotte left, and Frederick sat alone in the apartment.
The surroundings were empty. He felt incredibly lonely.
He knew Charlotte was planning to go abroad. Andrew had already helped her get a visa to Vienner, where she would stay for three years.
What would it be like when she returned? Would there be someone else by her side?
Frederick didn't know.
He only knew that he exchanged the divorce certificate for a possible future. Even if he missed her to the point of madness, even if it was painful, he had to watch her leave and set her free.
He sat at the Morning Dew piano and played "Moonlight Sonata" alone.
He played for a long time, tirelessly.
In the evening, he received a call. "Mr. Hawkins, your daughter has opened her eyes. I thought I should tell you first! Perhaps you'd like to see her and talk to her."
Frederick held the phone. His Adam's apple moved continuously, and finally, he controlled his emotions. "I'll be right there!"
Half an hour later, a black Maybach stopped in front of a cutting-edge laboratory building.
This laboratory was built by a doctor in Kyro, specializing in human biological genes. Little Lola had been sent there half a month ago, and the treatment was, of course, expensive, which was calculated by the second!
As Frederick pushed open the glass door, a blonde man handed him a small space capsule. "She's lucky! The survival rate is now fifty percent. But Mr. Hawkins, this little baby is very difficult to feed. Due to the treatment methods, we don't know what unexpected events might occur as she grows! In any case, she must stay in our lab for observation and monitoring until she is two years old."
Frederick held the small space capsule.
Inside, there was a child.
She was paler than before, with golden fuzz on her head. Her eyes were particularly bright and beautiful, with a slight blue vein at the end of her brow inherited from her mother.
Lola looked up at the person above her.
She suddenly smiled, revealing her cute little gums.
At that moment, Frederick's inner anxiety was soothed. He kissed the little one through the space capsule. "Lola, I'm your dad!"
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
