Chapter 748: Chapter 748

"Alright, I got it," Charlotte Thompson answered, returning her cellphone to her bag.

Truth be told, she was feeling clueless herself, but had no choice but to face it.

The receptionist worriedly followed behind her, "Be careful, Sister Charlotte. He didn’t look like a nice person."

"Okay, okay, I got it."

Charlotte was in a hurry and dismissed the receptionist and rushed to the coffee shop.

When she arrived at the entrance to the coffeehouse, Charlotte hesitated.

She was standing outside the window when she abruptly spotted Ethan Allen.

He had chosen a seat by the window, and his face looked perturbed.

The server approached, asked softly, "Good day, sir, are you ready to order?"

Surprised, Ethan’s face grew even more tense, he replied, "I’m alright, I’m waiting for someone. I’ll order once they arrive."

Seeing his servile smile, Charlotte unwittingly felt a tug at her heartstrings.

Few years ago, he wasn’t . He used to be a well-known perfume tycoon in the city, who everyone respected.

But time had left traces on his face. The man she had called father for so many years was now showing signs of age.

Unwillingly, her eyes moistened, and Charlotte swiftly wiped her tears away.

She couldn’t sever family ties, but couldn’t completely forget their past actions either. She wasn’t large-hearted enough to embrace her ancestry wholeheartedly.

All she knew was, good would be rewarded with good and evil with evil. It was just a matter of time.

Now, Ethan Allen was looking frail and old, but this couldn’t absolve him of what he’d done to her and her mother.

Since he didn’t fulfill his paternal duties, she had every right to abandon him now.

Remembering all this, her mother Sophia Thompson, Aunt Watson, Charlotte’s gaze became stern. She knew she had bigger things to live for this time.

She wanted to vindicate her mother’s honor and seek justice for Aunt Watson’s death.

She straightened up, brought up all the hatred, suppressed her soft-heartedness and walked into the coffeehouse.

"Hello, what can I get you?"

The waitress walked up. Charlotte barely noticed her and ignored her outright.

Hearing the voice, Ethan cast a glance in that direction.

Charlotte stared at him with a cold expression, motionless for a long time.

Indeed, he seemed to have aged quite a bit, even the wrinkles around his eyes were visibly more, crinkling as he laughed.

She had heard that his later life was miserable, he was a chronic drinker. Emily Allen was disobedient and enjoyed goofing off, leaving him to manage a dilapidated factory, just to make ends meet.

But who was to blame? Charlotte chuckled sarcastically.

Without waiting for him to greet her, Charlotte walked over to him without changing her expression.

She sat right in front of him. She could feel his intense gaze, but she didn’t intend to acknowledge it.

Ethan rubbed his palms together, seeming quite uneasy.

Trying to initiate a conversation, he halted, then finally called the waitress over.

"Charlotte, do you want to..."

"Don’t call me ’Charlotte,’ we’re not familiar," Charlotte suddenly shouted, standing up.

The waitress was startled, looking back and forth between the two.

Ethan was embarrassed and quickly persuaded Charlotte to sit, "Okay, okay, I won’t call."

"Two lattes," Ethan sent the waitress away.

Charlotte didn’t do him the courtesy, crossed her arms, and didn’t even look at Ethan.

Ethan sighed, unsure of how to begin the conversation.

Forget it. Charlotte picked up her bag, ready to leave, "If you don’t need anything, I have things to do, so I’m leaving."

"Wait!" Ethan hurriedly held her back. He had risked everything to find her and couldn’t return empty-handed. Content originally comes from n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net