Aunt Charlotte In The Patriot นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Third-Person POV Jonathan stood frozen in place. Penelope broke down and shoved Charlotte forcefully. "You vicious woman! You're pushing my son to kill himself. That's against the law. You'll get what's coming to you." Charlotte had already become fearless. She thought that if God truly intended to punish her, he might as well take her life too. She desperately wanted to see Harrison and tell him she was sorry. Jonathan was stunned. He had been scheming for so long, hoping to slowly work his way into Charlotte's heart. He had given up living in a luxurious villa and had slept on the couch in her tiny rental instead.

The weight of what she was about to say pressed heavily against her chest, but she knew there was no turning back now. “Recently, before the abduction,” she began slowly, choosing her words carefully, “I discovered that the Deans are not my true parents.” The room seemed to grow quieter. Even the faint sounds from outside the office faded into the background as both officers focused entirely on her. Charlotte inhaled deeply before continuing. “According to the DNA test result I received from my aunt,” she said, her voice steadier now, “confirmed by my mom… I’m related to Nathan.” “No way!” The words escaped Sergeant Daniel’s mouth before he could stop himself.

Just then, Charlotte's phone rang. Aunty Tanya. Immediately Charlotte picked, her voice rang out. “Charlotte… how's my babies?” Charlotte smiled widely. If there was anyone she needed to thank so well for survival, it was Aunty Tanya. “They're well Aunty, maybe you should visit again soon.” Charlotte said smiling. Astor stood holding Charlotte on the waist, as though they'd take her away from him. “How's your husband?” Aunty Tanya asked, making Charlotte a little shy.

Damian’s father. Charlotte. And my aunt. Vivian’s breath catches as she stares at the photo — Aunt Peculiar standing beside Charlotte and Damian’s father, smiling like she belongs there. Her aunt hadn’t just worked for the company. She had been part of the inner circle.

HUDSON’S POV “Who would have thought that we would be free of that ungrateful brat?” Mom beamed, casting me a meaningful look. “I know, right? Good riddance to bad rubbish." Aunt Claire added with a chuckle. “What’s important now is for Charlotte to nurse her health; my grandson can’t suffer any more stress, okay?” “Yes, aunt, I will be careful now,” Charlotte said with a big smile. “Nonsense, call me mom,” my mom gushed out. And it only made Charlotte smile brighter.

"Whatever. Come teach me a little bit of archery and then we bake later. I intend on hanging out with you throughout the day. I'm tired of Aunt Britt's nagging all the time. She is starting to piss me off." Aunt Britt was Charlotte's Dad's younger sister who was always visiting Charlotte and her father once in a while since Charlotte's parent's divorced and her mother left. "Piss you off?" "Yes. Since she came last week, all she does is nag and complain about every single thing I do." "What exactly has she been complaining about? Because your Aunt doesn't just complain anyhow. So, what have you done this time?" Charlotte raised an eyebrow at her. "Whose side are you on?"

Azraiel gives Charlotte a look that says ‘I told you so! He mindlinked Charlotte before telling her about Aunt Caitlyn’s arrival and that Ayleen wouldn’t be able to sit still after hearing this. "This will be my first time meeting Aunt Caitlyn," Charlotte said, stepping into the room. Her calm demeanour was a perfect counterbalance to Ayleen's energetic excitement. Azraiel walked over to Charlotte, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "Don't worry, you'll love her. Aunt Caitlyn looks strict and cold but she is very kind and just. And she’s been wanting to meet you ever since she heard about you."

Paul nodded before gesturing to the apartment. “Come upstairs.” “I shouldn’t, not like this,” I said, gesturing to my hands. “She doesn’t need to see this.” “No, probably not.” He said as he stepped back away from the car, waiting for me, and I sighed before climbing out anyway. We walked up the stairs in silence, and he unlocked the door before slowly opening it. Charlotte was curled up on one end of the couch, wearing an oversized sweatshirt with a blanket draped across her lap.

She has been so worried about her son not still being married at the age of 30, she forgot about Charlotte! Charlotte, a proud daughter of the Anderson , was a childhood friend of Xavier before she left for the states. She didn't know much about her but she could recall the young girl having a crush on Xavier, hopefully she still does. She will be willing to play the matchmaker if it means her son getting married soon! Besides, the Anderson's were well off and rich so it was a bonus. She passed by Amber on her way out of the office and scoffed. Amber on the other hand was pleased the woman was leaving without giving her any trouble. She turned to go back to the office but was stopped by one

“The bones were good if your design and with some adjustments, it will be perfect.” Charlotte took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She was controlling her emotions so well that I was suspicious. How could she do that? If it was me, I would had exploded on the person bt now. Axel told me what he felt but he said it only lasted a second and he wasn’t sure after she expertly denied it. To make him feel it, she needed to be an Alphas daughter. The problem was, all missing children looked nothing like her. “Alpha Waylon, is there a place I can work? I need to spread out my designs and my room isnt quite big enough.” Charlotte asked me as I pulled up to the pack house.