Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 426 - 232 Who is here?

Mr. Ex-husband once again pierced through Atlas Hallow, that title was truly detestable to the utmost.

Watching Charlotte Miller’s departing figure, she had no intention of explaining anything to him.

Atlas Hallow’s handsome face turned pale, dazedly watching that slender silhouette gradually move forward with the crowd; as his thick eyelashes lowered and lifted again, Charlotte Miller had already disappeared from his world.

"Charlotte, do you know I’ve been waiting for you all this time?" Atlas Hallow’s hoarse voice rose in the air like gravel, as if stirring up the yellow sands, burying everything in its wake.

But this time, he was unwilling to wait any longer.

He had to take the initiative; Charlotte Miller was only engaged to this man, but they had not officially registered yet.

Even if she had officially registered and become Rogers’ real wife, he would still take her back.

"Go to the airport and keep watch, follow Charlotte when she gets off the plane, see where she stays, and report to me at all times." Since he had once again encountered Charlotte, he couldn’t let her slip away like a kite with a broken string without any news.

He needed to control everything about her; after searching for so long without a trace, Charlotte had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and he intended to seize the slightest clue and take her back into his grasp.

"Understood, Young Master Hallow, I’ll keep a close eye." The person on the other end of the call listened carefully to Atlas Hallow’s instructions; over the years, they had been constantly searching for news of Charlotte Miller, and just when they were on the verge of success, she had unexpectedly returned to her home country.

This time, they couldn’t afford to lose her again; Young Master Hallow had even given them her flight number—failing in this task would be inexcusable.

Atlas Hallow didn’t leave the airport; he was also preparing to fly to the United States.

The massive plane ascended, soaring into the sky, carrying Charlotte Miller towards her beloved child...

She had kept the heating on in her U.S.A. apartment.

It was technically spring, but as the saying goes, spring can still be chilly; Mia Miller couldn’t afford to catch a cold.

Whenever she fell ill, it wasn’t easy for her to recover, and just thinking about Mia getting sick scared Charlotte Miller. Whenever Mia took medicine, her little face darkened, so Charlotte preferred not to give her medicine; instead, she’d hold her all day, using various methods to relieve her without making her take medication.

She needed to properly instruct Luna Miller again, to avoid feeding Mia anything unsuitable; Mia’s body was still weak, and excessive coughing was not good. They still didn’t know how painful it would be when they used the bronchoscope to extract the lodged nut.

Upon reaching this point, after disembarking the plane, Charlotte Miller urged the driver to drive faster, eager to grow wings and fly to Mia’s side immediately.

Upon returning to the apartment, she saw Luna Miller sitting in the living room, with Mia in her arms.

When Luna Miller entered, a hint of unnatural expression flashed across Luna’s face.

The little girl in Luna’s arms opened her eyes at the sound of the door, her black eyes appearing like pools of ink, always intoxicating to those who glanced at them. The resemblance of these eyes to Atlas Hallow’s eyes overlapped in Charlotte Miller’s mind for a moment, though Mia’s eyes were as pure and unblemished as black crystals.

Atlas Hallow’s eyes, however, were different, like a deep abyss beyond measurement.

"Mommy, it was me who wanted to eat the honeyed almonds, not Auntie who gave them to me..." Mia Miller reached out as soon as she saw Charlotte, and when Charlotte gathered her into her arms, she softly claimed as if she had committed some grave error, with her watery eyes almost brimming with tears.

"Mommy isn’t blaming you, nor Auntie; it’s just that you’re too young now. Maybe when you’re six, you can eat them." Charlotte’s heart ached a little. Mia was so sensible; her mommy had probably scolded Luna Miller, and she feared Charlotte would scold Luna again, so she claimed she had insisted on having them.

Mia wasn’t the type of child to demand any food because she seemed to understand that her body was frail and prone to allergies.

At just two and a half, she was already sensible to a heart-breaking degree, and every time Charlotte saw Mia, her heart would soften into mush, wanting to hold her like this forever.

"Luna, you go rest; I’ll watch over her." Mia possessed this remarkable ability to win Luna over.

There was a time Luna was almost out of control, wanting to go out and play wildly, with no one able to stop her. But when Mia came into their lives, Luna started to change.

Mia had a pair of beautiful eyes, and when she was placed in her little cradle, she would smile at Luna—a shy, yet incredibly sweet smile that seemed to draw every ounce of hostility from Luna.

If Charlotte wasn’t there or was particularly busy, Luna would show up on her own initiative to play with Mia.

Though she always claimed she was bored, Charlotte knew she had a fondness for Mia.

Luna glanced at Mia, who smiled sweetly at her, then blew a kiss towards her.

Human interactions truly are special; no one could control Luna, yet this child, not even three, could change her in such profound ways.

Luna also mimed a kiss towards the air and then nonchalantly glanced at Charlotte before heading up to the second floor.

This house was in Rogers’ name, and even after she bought it, she never transferred the ownership, worried Atlas Hallow would somehow find out. Living here for these years had been comfortable, with flowers and plants growing in the little garden and a chubby cow cat that Mia adored.

Would it be appropriate to take her back like this?

However, with major diseases, Western medicine might be quicker in showing effects, but with a weak constitution and no specific illness, only traditional medicine might offer a solution.

"Mommy, Mia missed you so much." Mia hugged Charlotte, kissing her cheek with her soft lips, and Charlotte clearly felt an unsteady breath in her words.

A mother can always notice even the tiniest changes in her child.

"Mommy missed you dearly too, so I came back right away. Mia, would you like to go back to the U.S.A with Mommy? We can bring your grandfather too." Charlotte gently spoke while holding Mia on the sofa, exuding warmth and love.

"Okay." Mia nodded without the slightest hesitation.

"Can’t we bring my sheriff back too?" The sheriff was Mia’s most beloved pet, a black and white cat, dubbed ’Sheriff’ by Mia after catching a bread-stealing mouse in the kitchen.

"We should be able to." Charlotte recalled that pets could be brought along, as long as they had vaccinations, deworming, and all documentation was in order.

"Charlotte, why are you back so soon? I told you Mia is fine now," Freya Morgon emerged from the kitchen, carrying a small bowl of soup.

This tenderly steamed egg custard was something Mia often ate; it was easy to digest and nutritious.

Freya took Mia into her arms and, with a hint of disdain, said to Charlotte, "Coming back without taking a shower and changing clothes after such a long flight, you’d better not bring germs onto Mia."

"Mommy will go up to bathe and change clothes, then come down to keep Mia company." Charlotte watched Mia, appearing like a crystal doll sitting there, and as she ate the egg custard, Charlotte’s heart melted almost completely.

Charlotte began to undress and soak in the tub. The warm water enveloped her body, providing such comfort that she didn’t want to move. Long flights indeed were uncomfortable. She wondered if Mia would cope well with such a long journey?

The bathroom window, left open, overlooked the garden, catching gentle breezes perfect for this time of night, carrying faint chills along with floral scents, even capturing the aroma of bread baking from next door.

Apart from these, the sound of the sheriff meowing loudly entered her ears. Why was the sheriff suddenly making such loud noises?

The doorbell also rang simultaneously; in the U.S.A, her mother got along well with a few neighbors. It was probably Mrs. Rose from the next building bringing over some freshly baked bread.

Her mother would prepare some Chinese dishes for the neighbors, often receiving jams, pastries, and bread from the ladies in the surrounding flats, so when the doorbell rang, Charlotte wasn’t too alarmed, even Freya didn’t suspect anything amiss.

"Mia, should we see who’s come to give us some tasty treats?" Freya carried Mia while heading towards the door.

Atlas Hallow stood outside the small building, waves of emotions rising in his heart; had she always been here?

After Charlotte’s departure, he immediately followed suit, avoiding the same flight in case she got suspicious and guarded against him, making it harder to find her home.

Thus, he used his private jet to catch up quickly, yet he only landed an hour after Charlotte did...