'How dare they think I would stoop so low? Just because I am a divorcee, I am only worthy of this arrogant and corrupted older man?' Charlotte thought silently and complained. Even in Charlotte's past life, the Walkers had never treated her equally simply because they were a few million dollars richer. She never understood what her mother saw in Jeremy, precisely why she stayed away from Charlene. Faced with their true colors, Charlotte recalled how only her mother tried to help in her past life. Jeremy prevented Charlene from visiting her after the first month of being imprisoned. He also refused to hire a private lawyer for her. He thoroughly believed Charlotte was capable of killing her own grandparents. Because Jeremy deprived her of a mother, Charlotte lost touch with Charlene. She never knew what happened to her mother, even after Liam brought her out of prison. Charlotte wondered if Charlene was ever mistreated because she attempted to help her. "I'll book a hotel room.

"Westler. Westler," Pete said while digging through his brain. "Yes, the name is familiar. I think that is a last name." "It's been a long time. I would have to think back of Paul's college friends - maybe check the college schoolbook," Pete said while tilting his head from side to side. "It's okay, Grandpa," Charlotte assured. "Rest it up. I'm also tired." She chuckled and revealed, "We spent the day with Liam's family at the house in Braeton. Laughing your gut out with Liam's brothers was exhausting; I think I'll sleep it out before thinking about Victoria again." Two days came and went, and Charlotte was back in Swaxon. They settled in the old Strauss mansion for the night, but they meant to stay in the Diamond Hotel for the rest of the week while Liam would be around. "Are you sure you are going back to work tomorrow?" Pete asked. 'Don't you need more rest?" Charlotte breathed in and said, "I must get back on track. Put me out there if I want to be the next CEO." "Okay," P

"Think?" Charlotte echoed his words. "Mistake? Oh, that wasn't a mistake, Tim. You had a one-year relationship with Victoria, which you kept from me. You had sex again and again and even used our home. That was deliberate, Tim. It wasn't a mistake on your part." "But I realize now that I was wrong," Timothy said. He extended the flowers to Charlotte and said, "Please, talk to me." "I am talking to you," Charlotte replied. She opened her laptop and started with her work. Timothy sat on the chair in front of Charlotte. He revealed, "I want to make things right." She narrowed her eyes at him and said, "Tim, you did not make a mistake. You and Victoria deserve each other. You should just be satisfied with what you have now. Don't bother me because I am uninterested - Tim, let go of my hand!" Timothy held Charlotte's hand without warning. He said, "We can still do this, Charlotte. We could go back to the way things were. I know you still have feelings for me. We have been together for

"Shhhh." Liam tried his best to comfort his wife. She clung on to him for dear life, taking it all in. He pecked her forehead, and when she pulled away, he wiped the tears that stained her face. He said, "This proves one thing, but it leaves you with many questions. No matter what, let me carry some of that burden. Don't let it eat you up." Charlotte nodded. She sniffed her tears away and replied, "I knew it. I knew my father could not have cheated on my mother." She looked at the sibling DNA test once more and read the results. It said: [The probability is 0%]. "Then why? Why did they do this to me?" Charlotte hissed, clearly thinking deeply. She raised all her questions, "I need to find out what happened that night. What was the deal with Maddison? Why did she do this? Or could she have another reason for chasing after my father?" "It's possible. There is more to this than what we think," Liam acknowledged. "Let us meet Uncle Yael and the lawyers this weekend. Let us discuss the

"Your?" Darren Westler leaned back, looking at Chadwick. "New - partner?" Chadwick coughed violently. He said, "God, no. I don't want to die yet." A laugh left Charlotte's lips, understanding the meaning behind Chadwick's words. She replied, "He is my bodyguard. Wherever I go, he has to go." "I see. Whatever do you need a bodyguard for?" Mister Westler probed. "It's just a precaution," she replied with a smile before she looked around the cozy home of Darren Westler. "Is that Paul's daughter, Darren?" A beautiful lady in her fifties walked in. She had red hair, a charming smile, and was very elegant. "Hi, my name is Ashley. I'm Darren's wife." Charlotte stood up from her chair and shook the lady's hand. She said, "You are beautiful. It's lovely to meet you." Ashley flushed. She said, "You are sweet. Charlotte, right?" "Yes," Charlotte answered. Turning to Chadwick, she introduced, "And this is my bodyguard." "Can I offer you tea or wine?" Ashley presented. Charlotte rais