Chapter 511

At this point, Charlotte was afraid that they would delve further into the

topic.

She leaned softly against Cecelia's side and said, "Mom, I'm not feeling

very well, and I'd like to go upstairs and sit for a while. Besides, I

haven't met Dad yet."

Cecelia hastened to hold Charlotte's hand and said in an anxious voice,

“You hurry upstairs to rest. Here, I and your father will take care of the

rest, and you don't have to worry. Make sure to take care of yourself.

Mom can't lose you again."

"Hmm." Charlotte nodded.

At this point, Joyce said sagely, "Cecelia, we'll take our leave. You must

have a lot of things to take care of. Sorry, we could not be of much

help, so I won't bother you anymore."

Karl also said, "Ms. Hurley, I never thought we would be related in such

a way. If you need anything, feel free to contact me. Now that we are

relatives, I will take care of it, please don't worry."

"Good. I was unable to receive you properly because of the changes in

my family. I'll see you some other time." Cecelia replied sincerely.

Charlotte waved her hand, "Bye."

She couldn't wait for them to leave. The more she said, the more

mistakes she would make. She was afraid that any more sensitive

topics might be brought up, and she didn’t want Karl to have more

clues. Right now she just wanted to finish Rodney's funeral quietly and

cover up the fact.

In fact, she was so scared inside. Although Karl had never met Mia or

even heard of her, his mother was one of the Coles after all, and he

was so familiar with Joyce. Although she had already destroyed the last

photo of Mia in Rodney's hand, who knew if the Cole family still had

more photos? If Karl saw Mia's photo one day, he would be able to

recognize that Joyce looked very similar to Mia, and then with Karl's

reasoning ability, it would be easy for him to reason that Joyce was the

real daughter of the Heath family!

Her heart was completely panicked. For a moment, she even had the

thought of killing Karl.

But she also knew it wasn't easy. How could it be possible for her to kill

a detective or the son of the Chief Justice?

Looking at Karl and Joyce's distant backs, she stared straight at them,

as if she wanted to burn through both of them with her own eyes.

Cecelia gently took Charlotte into her arms and said with concern,

"Charlotte, are you okay? Your face looks white, do you want me to

take you back to the hospital?"

"No, Mom, I'll just need some rest, I want to stay with Grandpa.”

Charlotte leaned her head on Cecelia's shoulder and spoke softly.

"Good, you are such a good girl. Mom is so glad to have you." Cecelia

exclaimed.

No one could see the resentment and ruthlessness in Charlotte's eyes

at the time.

She wanted to stay with the Heath family, and she wanted to see

Rodney buried before she could feel at ease.

On the other hand, Karl and Joyce left the Heath family together.

Joyce ended up taking Karl's car back to Eden Apartment because it

was too late and the subway was out of service.

Upon arrival, the two got out of the car and walked a short distance.

It was already as dark as ink.

The silent streetlight stretched their shadows long into the distance.

Karl saw that Joyce didn't say anything along the way and suddenly

stopped her, "What's wrong with you? Not happy?" He was a little

nervous at heart, was Joyce upset because he had concealed her

identity and background?

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hide it. I just ... I had a hard time saying it,

that's why I left home, left the Capital, and came to Khebury with my

identity hidden, I..."