“Charlotte! Get back here—now!”
At the doorway, Charlotte froze mid-step.
Darren’s eyes narrowed, a cold, self-assured smile playing at the corners of his tightly pressed lips.
Just as he thought… She couldn’t keep up the act.
In less than three seconds, she’d turn around obediently, just like she always had before.
He counted silently, certain: Three… two… one…
But instead of turning back, Charlotte knelt down right in his line of sight.
Ryan’s shoelace had come undone. With her head bowed, she deftly and gently retied it, her movements so focused it was as if nothing else in the world existed.
Then, taking the boy’s hand in hers, she walked out the door without looking back, her figure vanishing into the light beyond.
Darren’s pupils constricted sharply.
“Dad! Why did you let her leave?” Noah shouted, his voice full of protest.
Leave?
There was no way she’d really leave.
With a sudden sweep of his arm, Darren sent his plate and silverware crashing to the floor, the sharp sound of breaking ceramic ringing out as he shot from his seat toward the private room’s entrance like an arrow loosed from a bow.
She must be waiting just outside in the hallway, expecting him to call her back—she always did.
But when his tall frame reached the corridor, she was gone. Not a trace of her anywhere in sight.
Unable to believe it, he grabbed a passing waiter, his voice edged with a panic he didn’t even recognize in himself. “The woman who just left with a child—where is she? Where did she go?!”
The waiter, pale and nervous, stammered, “Mr. Harrington, the lady left through the front doors with the boy—they’re gone…”
Darren’s hand fell limply to his side, drained of all strength.
Staring down the empty hallway, a cold, disbelieving laugh escaped his throat.
“Heh… Charlotte. You actually dared to leave Noah behind and walk away.”
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