Marriage With A Evil Heart

I saw Oliver walking out, looking gloomy. When he saw his grandmother and Amelia, there was no surprise on his face, indicating that he was also very familiar with them.

The first to run over was Amelia’s son, a lively boy with a bright face full of smiles, possessing amorous eyes like Robert. He stopped in front of Oliver, talking to him with an uplifted head.

Oliver’s mood was not high, but he smiled at Amelia, said something, and then looked at his grandmother.

His grandmother said something with an unhappy expression, then reached out, pulled Oliver over, obviously pulling a long face. The expression was completely different from when she saw Amelia and her son just now.

Oliver shook off Charlotte’s hand, walked away in large strides. Charlotte said something to Amelia, then chased after Oliver.

I tried to start the car, but there were too many cars picking up children, making it impossible for me to pass smoothly.

At this moment, Amelia, watching the departing figure of Charlotte, raised her eyebrows and smiled disdainfully. Then, she greeted the other parents and left with her son.

My eyes followed their departing figures all the way. Unexpectedly, in the next moment, another wave of frustration hit me. Amelia, leading her son, actually got into a Porsche 911.

I always liked this car, but I always felt it was a bit expensive. Moreover, for a full-time mom, buying such a good car seemed a bit too ostentatious.

Later, Robert said that he must maintain a facade when conducting business. So, he got himself a Bentley, gave me his BMW, and the one I used to drive became the family car for Sherry to go grocery shopping.

I didn’t expect Robert to be so generous, giving the mistress’s car a configuration many times higher than that of his wife.

I couldn’t help but laugh in anger, laughing until the end, my face was covered in tears, almost biting down on my teeth.

Watching Amelia drive away in a Porsche, I finally came back to my senses, started the car, and went straight to Charlotte’s house.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Charlotte sitting on the sofa, full of resentment, scolding Oliver. At this moment, Oliver stood in front of her, keeping a low head, looking like he had committed a grave mistake.

Charlotte heard the movement at the door, stopped scolding, and looked over. The moment her gaze fell on me, she went from confusion to shock. She was so shocked that she stood there with her mouth wide open.

When I approached, she stammered, “You… how.. how did you come?”

“Mom!” I called out, I couldn’t reveal anything now, I had to pretend. “I came to see Oliver!”

“But you… aren’t you sick? This… how does it look…” She pointed at me, not sure what she wanted to say.

I didn’t bother with her. The scene at the school gate just now had completely revealed the true faces of this family to me.

“What’s going on, Oliver?” I walked over, squatted down, and reached out to pull Oliver towards me.

His little expression was exactly like his grandmother’s, frozen in shock. When my hand touched him, he seemed a bit resistant, struggling backward.

I looked at him and whispered softly, “It’s Mom, Oliver!”All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

The scene in front of me involuntarily reminded me of the surveillance video I saw, where Sherry pointed at me lying unconscious on the bed, saying something that scared them away.

“Oliver, Mom is better now! Mom misses you, my sweetheart!” I tried to soften my voice, gradually tightening my grip and pulling him into my arms. I could clearly feel his body gradually relaxing.

But I noticed that his eyes were full of anxiety as he glanced at his grandmother.

At that moment, I suddenly had an idea: I had to find a way to take my children away from this home.