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Chapter 414

“Yes.” Alana nodded. “My friend has met Yasmin a couple of times at events and managed to add her on WhatsApp and followed her on Twitter. She mentioned that last year, Yasmin seemed to have posted something on Twitter.”

“What kind of post?”

“Yasmin’s Tweets are only visible for six months, but the general gist was something like a blessing from heaven. She doesn’t remember the exact details, but the photo showed Yasmin with a young woman, looking to be in her 20s.”

“Blessing?” Frank’s gaze focused, and he sent over a photo. “Have your friend check if the girl in the photo is the same person.”

“Sure.” Alana quickly sent the photo to her friend and then reported back to Frank. “Yes, the girl in your photo is the same person on Yasmin’s Twitter.”

“Charlotte!” While I was lost in thought on the sofa, a soft, cute voice brought me back to reality. Danny peeked out, looking a bit shy. “I forgot that I don’t have any fresh clothes.”

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“I’ll go find some for you.”

I was now used to him call me by my first name. I went to the room and found a top for him. “Wear this for now, and we’ll go buy clothes soon, okay?”

Frank’s face had already darkened. I would be making things worse if I went downstairs to get clothes. Things were pretty convenient right now. All I to do was to place an order and everything would be taken

care of by the evening.

“Okay!” Danny nodded obediently. This action made me notice he still

had some bubbles in his hair that hadn’t been rinsed out.

I couldn’t help but laugh and stopped him from putting on the clothes.” Wait, let’s rinse off the bubbles properly.”

After a bit of fuss, I wrapped him in a clean towel, picked him up, and carried him back to the living room, setting him down of the sofa.

After drying him off, he cooperated with me while I dressed him. Suddenly, he tiptoed close to my face and pursed his lips.

“Charlotte, how come you’re wounded?” He cautiously touched my wound. “Does it hurt?”

My heart softened, and I shook my head, comforting him. “It was an accident, and it doesn’t hurt anymore.

I was lying.

When Frank liked someone, he would really like them. When he decided to punish someone, he would really do it as well.

This injury wasn’t going to heal any time soon.

I didn’t need to go out and see anyone for the next few days.

Danny didn’t believe me and began to tear up with sympathy. “Charlotte, you’re lying! It looks really painful. Oh my god, uncle is a bad guy!”

I was taken aback. Wasn’t he just bathing? How did he know Frank was the one who hurt me? “Why do you say uncle is a bad guy?”

Then I saw the little kid wipe his tears with his chubby hands and indignantly say, “Mommy said that when girls are hurt, it’s always the boys‘ fault!”

“Pfft!” I couldn’t help but laugh.

How much did Alana teach Danny?

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But these lessons were all about turning Danny into a well–behaved, sweet boy.

I could imagine that she must have suffered a lot in her previous

marriage.

“Not entirely.”

I smiled gently, picked up my phone, pinched Danny s plump cheeks, and hugged him. “Come on, let’s start picking out clothes! And if there’s anything you want, we’ll get that too.”

“Okay!” Children’s moods change quickly. As soon as his attention was diverted, he began to bounce around excitedly and hugged Dilan. “Dilan too!”

“Woof!” Dilan barked softly in agreement.

Two days later, Jane arrived in Jeswood in a rush, knocking on my door.

She had three suitcases with her, “See, I’m pretty quick, aren’t I?”

“Yes, you are.” I smiled and helped her bring the suitcases inside. “Is everything here?”

Yasmin’s dress had already been finalized yesterday.

I needed to start the making process.

Since Jane was coming to Jeswood to discuss the offline counter, I asked her to bring the fabric and other materials with her.

“Quite complete.” Jane tossed the suitcases aside and kicked off her high heels. “I’m so hot. Get me a bottle of water, I want it cold.”

“Got it!” Before I could respond, little Danny scampered to the fridge, struggling to open the door and reaching up on tiptoes.

He couldn’t reach it.

Jane cocked her brows. ‘Is this Frank’s nephew?”

I chatted with her on a daily basis, so she knows everything about me.

“Yes, cute, isn’t he?”

I went over, took a bottle of water, and handed it to Danny. He hugged it and scampered over to Jane, presenting it proudly.

His little appearance was as adorable as it could be. “Miss! Here’s the

water.”

“So cute, so cute.”

Jane couldn’t help but smile. “Oh, it’s been years since a child called me Miss.‘ This little guy really knows how to sweet–talk.”

“Well, my aunt says my mouth is sweet too!”

For the past few days, little Danny had been acting sweet, well–behaved, lively, and outgoing.

He knew when to be quiet and when to be lively.

Very endearing.

Jane commented and then looked at me with a teasing tone. “Aunt? When did you quietly become an Aunt? I didn’t even know.”

“You shouldn’t take what kids say so seriously.”

I smiled, eagerly opened the largest suitcase, checked that the fabric’s edges were smooth, and pulled out two exquisite pieces of fabric.

As soon as I placed them in the studio, Jane’s voice came from outside. “Charlotte, your phone is ringing. It’s Ms. Jackson.”

“I’m coming.” I quickly stepped out, picked up the phone, and answered, “Hello, Ms. Jackson, have you arrived in Jeswood?““Yes.” Alana nodded. “My friend has met Yasmin a couple of times at events and managed to

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add her on WhatsApp and followed her on Twitter. She mentioned that last year, Yasmin seemed to have posted something on Twitter.”

“What kind of post?”

“Yasmin’s Tweets are only visible for six months, but the general gist was something like a blessing from heaven. S… doesn’t remember the exact details, but the photo showed Yasmin with a young woman, looking to be in her 20s.”

“Blessing?” Frank’s gaze focused, and he sent over a photo. “Have your friend check if the girl in the photo is the same person.”

“Sure.” Alana quickly sent the photo to her friend and then reported back to Frank. “Yes, the girl in your photo is the same person on Yasmin’s Twitter.”

“Charlotte!” While I was lost in thought on the sofa, a soft, cute voice brought me back to reality. Danny peeked out, looking a bit shy. “I forgot that I don’t have any fresh clothes.”

“I’ll go find some for you.”

I was now used to him call me by my first name. I went to the room and found a top for him. “Wear this for now, and we’ll go buy clothes soon, okay?”

Frank’s face had already darkened. I would be making things worse if I went downstairs to get clothes. Things were pretty convenient right now. All I to do was to place an order and everything would be taken care of by the evening.

“Okay!” Danny nodded obediently. This action made me notice he still had some bubbles in his hair that hadn’t been rinsed out.

I couldn’t help but laugh and stopped him from putting on the clothes.” Wait, let’s rinse off the bubbles properly.”

After a bit of fuss, I wrapped him in a clean towel, picked him up, and carried him back to the living room, setting him down on the sofa.

After drying him off, he cooperated with me while I dressed him. Suddenly, he tiptoed close to my face and pursed his lips.

“Charlotte, how come you’re wounded?” He cautiously touched my

wound. “Does it hurt?”

My heart softened, and I shook my head, comforting him. “It was an accident, and it doesn’t hurt anymore.”

I was lying.

When Frank liked someone, he would really like them. When he decided to punish someone, he would really do it as well.

This injury wasn’t going to heal any time soon.

I didn’t need to go out and see anyone for the next few days.

Danny didn’t believe me and began to tear up with sympathy. “Charlotte, you’re lying! It looks really painful. Oh my god, uncle is a bad guy!”

I was taken aback. Wasn’t he just bathing? How did he know Frank was the one who hurt me? “Why do you say uncle is a bad guy?”

Then I saw the little kid wipe his tears with his chubby hands and indignantly say, “Mommy said that when girls are hurt, it’s always the boys‘ fault!”

“Pfft!” I couldn’t help but laugh.

How much did Alana teach Danny?

But these lessons were all about turning Danny into a well–behaved, sweet boy.

I could imagine that she must have suffered a lot in her previous

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marriage.

“Not entirely.”

I smiled gently, picked up my phone, pinched Danny’s plump cheeks, and hugged him. “Come on, let’s start picking out clothes! And if there’s anything you want, we’ll get that too.”

“Okay!” Children’s moods change quickly. As soon as his attention was diverted, he began to bounce around excitedly and hugged Dilan. “Dilan too!”

“Woof!” Dilan barked softly in agreement.

Two days later, Jane arrived in Jeswood in a rush, knocking on my door.

She had three suitcases with her. “See, I’m pretty quick, aren’t I?”

“Yes, you are.” I smiled and helped her bring the suitcases inside. “Is everything here?”

Yasmin’s dress had already been finalized yesterday.

I needed to start the making process.

Since Jane was coming to Jeswood to discuss the offline counter, I asked her to bring the fabric and other materials with her.

“Quite complete.” Jane tossed the suitcases aside and kicked off her high heels. “I’m so hot. Get me a bottle of water, I want it cold.”

“Got it!” Before I could respond, little Danny scampered to the fridge, struggling to open the door and reaching up on tiptoes.

He couldn’t reach it.

Jane cocked her brows. “Is this Frank’s nephew?”

1 chatted with her on a daily basis, so she knows everything about me.

“Yes, cute, isn’t he?”

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I went over, took a bottle of water, and handed it to Danny. He hugged it and scampered over to Jane, presenting it proudly.

His little appearance was as adorable as it could be. “Miss! Here’s the water.”

“So cute, so cute.”

Jane couldn’t help but smile. “Oh, it’s been years since a child called me ‘Miss.‘ This little guy really knows how to sweet–talk.”

“Well, my aunt says my mouth is sweet too!”

For the past few days, little Danny had been acting sweet, well–behaved, lively, and outgoing.

He knew when to be quiet and when to be lively.

Very endearing.

Jane commented and then looked at me with a teasing tone. “Aunt? When did you quietly become an Aunt? I didn’t even know.”

“You shouldn’t take what kids say so seriously.”

I smiled, eagerly opened the largest suitcase, checked that the fabric’s edges were smooth, and pulled out two exquisite pieces of fabric.

As soon as I placed them in the studio, Jane’s voice came from outside. “Charlotte, your phone is ringing. It’s Ms. Jackson.”

“I’m coming.” I quickly stepped out, picked up the phone, and answered, “Hello, Ms. Jackson, have you arrived in Jeswood?”