CHAPTER 1490: CHAPTER 1490: WE ARE TOGETHER

It seemed that Jasmine Clarkson detected something unusual in Charlotte Thompson’s voice, and there was a more inquisitive tone in her voice on the phone:

"Charlotte, why are you so surprised all of a sudden? Didn’t we agree earlier to have dinner here with the kids?"

However, Jasmine’s words left Charlotte somewhat bewildered, blinking her eyes in surprise.

She didn’t seem to remember arranging dinner with her grandmother. When did this happen?

This made Charlotte unconsciously shift her thoughts to Justin Battleson, but Charlotte noticed for the first time an awkward expression appearing on Justin Battleson’s face.

In the end, he pressed his fist to his lips, shifting his gaze awkwardly.

Charlotte was momentarily stunned, her face showing a bit of confusion, and her brows furrowed instinctively due to the situation.

How did she feel like she knew nothing at all?

"I asked Justin before, and he said there was no problem picking you up. Haven’t you met yet?" Jasmine asked somewhat inexplicably on the phone.

"No, we’re together now."

Charlotte quickly denied it, then spoke up, "We were supposed to go back to the villa, but since that’s the case, Justin and I will bring the kids to see you right away."

"Alright, I’ll be waiting for you."

Jasmine’s tone was noticeably more cheerful, but Charlotte, who hung up the phone, had a reaction very different from Jasmine’s.

Charlotte couldn’t help but look at Justin Battleson, with a hint of grievance in her voice.

"Why didn’t you tell me in advance that we were going to grandmother’s this evening?"

He quickly pulled Charlotte into his arms, a bit embarrassed, saying, "I’ve been so worried about you that I forgot about it."

At the hospital, seeing Charlotte injured, Justin couldn’t bring himself to think about anything else.

"Never mind, let’s head back to the villa first. I’ll change clothes, or how can I meet grandmother looking like this?"

As she spoke, Charlotte looked down at her ragged sleeve and wrinkled collar, feeling utterly disheveled.

"It might be too late for that..."

Justin spoke softly, and his words left Charlotte puzzled, but what she saw was Justin shifting his gaze to outside the car window.

Suddenly, a bad premonition flooded Charlotte’s heart.

"Mommy, we’re at great-grandmother’s!" Hank Thompson’s clear voice came at just the right time.

He knelt on the car seat, turning to lean against the glass, and then turned back, blinking at Justin and Charlotte.

"Did we get here so soon? The way to the villa doesn’t pass by Stardust Garden."

Charlotte slightly furrowed her brows, seeing through the window that their car was slowly driving into Stardust Garden.

Just as Charlotte was puzzled, a hint of realization appeared in Justin’s expression. He was about to speak when the soundproof panel in front slowly lowered, revealing the driver in the driver’s seat.

"Mr. Battleson, we’ve arrived."

"You instructed the driver to come directly to Stardust Garden?" Charlotte seemed to understand something, looking at Justin and asking.

Justin nodded: "I instructed him when we went to the hospital."

Charlotte couldn’t help but take a deep breath, feeling on the verge of tears, she spoke: "What am I to do with my clothes like this?"

Seeing Charlotte speaking and simultaneously attempting various moves to salvage her pathetic outfit, but in vain.

With her fingertips on the bandaged area, Charlotte pressed her lips tightly. If grandmother noticed the wound on her body, she would surely be very worried.