Chapter 229 Cici is Lola
Charlotte didn't even think about it. She just mumbled, "Andrew, I got no plans for dating right now!"
Andrew let out a big sigh. "You still can't get over Frederick, huh?"
Charlotte just shook her head gently.
After a bit, she stared out at the night and whispered, "Andrew, I don't know if coming back was a good idea or not! It's been three years, and no matter how deep things were with him, it should've faded by now."
But Frederick wasn't letting go.
He had this crazy possessiveness over her.
Charlotte felt like if she even thought about marrying someone else, he'd do something really messed up.
She decided to wait until Maria got better and then take her abroad.
She just wanted to get away from Frederick!
Andrew saw the look on her face and kinda guessed what she was thinking. He felt pretty helpless.
Frederick was seriously shameless.
Like, over the past few years, even though he divorced Charlotte, he still went to Copenhagen to visit the Devereux family every year. This year, he even brought a kid along, which totally freaked out Adeline.
Adeline cried all night, and Frederick stayed by her side on his knees the whole time.
So now, Andrew was just as stuck. What could he do? The guy saved Lola and raised her all the way to three years old.
Because of that, Andrew thought there might still be a chance.
Andrew wanted to test her, so he casually asked, "If Lola were still here, Charlotte, what would you do?"
Charlotte was stunned.
All these years, she never dared to think about "what if."
She didn't answer, just stared out the car window, but her mind drifted to that rose garden and the stone that read "Frederick & Charlotte."
It was all so confusing.
Charlotte shuddered a bit and suddenly turned her head. "Andrew!"
Andrew waved his hand with a smile. "I'm just making an assumption."
Charlotte felt a bit let down, but she still had her doubts. Thinking back to her two run-ins with Frederick since coming back, he was so full of himself!
Just like Cici's shameless dad!
'Cici said you're really pretty! Ms. Russell, I really wanna meet you. Don't be mad, okay?'
Charlotte felt a chill run through her.
Her face went pale, and she grabbed Andrew's arm with shaking hands. "Andrew, Lola's still alive, isn't she?"
Andrew softly told the driver to stop the car.
The driver got out and walked a bit away to smoke.
Inside the car, it was so quiet they could hear each other's heartbeats. Andrew softly said, "You've already met her!"
Charlotte slowly let go of her grip.
'Cici was Lola! Cici was the kid I gave birth to three years ago; she was still alive!'
Charlotte burst into tears, her voice choked, her whole body tense.
Andrew gently patted her head and softly whispered, "It's not that we didn't want to tell you earlier! First, Lola's health was shaky in the first two years, and we were scared you'd get hurt again. Second, we all hoped you could fully recover."
Charlotte's face was covered in tears. "I wanna see her now! Andrew, I wanna see her now!"
Andrew, being the calm and steady guy he was, said, "If you go now, are you planning to get back with Frederick? Charlotte, whatever you decide, I'll respect it. After all, he has done a lot for this kid! But I hope you get back with him because you still like him, not just for the kid."
Andrew knew this was tough to handle.
After all, it was her own kid, and she wanted to love her but had to hold back.
He gave Charlotte some space.
Andrew also got out of the car and wandered under a streetlamp, lighting up a cigarette.
While puffing away, he opened his palm.
A scar snaked across it, looking like it was less than two years old.
Andrew lifted his handsome jawline, eyes squinting a bit. In this damp night, he couldn't help but think of someone, a woman who had vanished from his life almost two years ago.
Charlotte cried in the car for what felt like forever.
The night got deeper.
Andrew hadn't come back yet. She sat alone in the car and finally remembered she had a phone, so she dialed Frederick's number.
The call connected, but he didn't say a word.
They stayed silent for a long time before Charlotte hoarsely asked, "Frederick, what did you bury in the cemetery back then?"
On the other end, there was a faint sound of him inhaling.
Clearly, Frederick guessed she knew the truth.
He stayed quiet for about half a minute before hoarsely saying, "It was the wedding rings! Charlotte, it was our wedding rings!"
He wanted to say more.
Charlotte hung up the phone.
She quietly leaned back in the car seat, feeling her heart slowly come back to life.
Lola was still alive! She was so adorable, and Charlotte just wanted to hold her and love her.
Charlotte dialed Lola's number.
Lola was still awake, sounding soft and grumpy, not wanting to speak first.
Charlotte's voice trembled. "Cici, how about I pick you up from school tomorrow?"
Lola weakly replied, "The parent-teacher meeting is over! Aren't you scared of my bad Dad?"
Charlotte thought, 'That familiar tone! How did Frederick teach her?'
Charlotte was so happy now that she couldn't bear to correct her. She gently said, "I'll attend every parent-teacher meeting for you from now on, okay?"
Lola sat up straight. But her tone was quite troubled. "Ms. Russell, do you like my Dad? If you like my Dad, you might have to wait in a long line."
Charlotte softly said, "I like Lola!"
Then Lola felt quite embarrassed. After all, it was her Mom on the other end, and her Mom knew Lola was her baby.
Lola didn't speak for a long time.
Charlotte's voice became even gentler in the night. "You know I'm your Mom, right?"
Lola didn't speak.
Charlotte's heart ached.
At this moment, the car door opened, and Andrew's eyes met hers.
Charlotte softly said, "Andrew, I want to go over!"
Andrew's eyes were deep. He didn't say anything, just called the driver to take Charlotte over. On the way, he made a call to Frederick, telling him that Charlotte was coming over.
The kid was still young and had been kept with great effort. Everyone thought there shouldn't be too much commotion, fearing it would scare Lola.
Andrew's car took Charlotte over, and he left afterward.
The villa was quiet, with only a few dim lights on.
Dana probably got the memo and respectfully called her "Madam" when she saw Charlotte. Charlotte felt complicated and didn't bother to correct her. She quickly went upstairs, but the higher she went, the more scared she felt.
Frederick stood on the stairs.
He was still in a white shirt and black trousers, but his hair was a bit messy.
Charlotte brushed past him.
He reached out and grabbed her, whispering, "She fussed for a while and is now asleep. Don't wake her up; let's talk."
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