Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 444 - 241 Why can’t you forgive him alone?

Atlas Hallow stretched out his long arms, enveloping her entire body in his embrace, holding her tightly, with his forehead against hers: "Charlotte Miller, if I could, I would trade everything I have to go back to the day you left, just let me take care of you, but time can’t be turned back..."

Those bitter words came from his mouth, causing the listener’s heart to ache.

Time truly couldn’t be reversed. Charlotte, after a brief moment of confusion, quickly pushed Atlas Hallow away.

"Since we can’t go back, let’s each live our own lives well." Charlotte felt a bit chaotic inside. This man, whenever he got close, would unsettle a woman’s heart.

"But without you, how could I live well?" Atlas’s voice was so low it seemed to fall from the clouds, suppressed and heart-wrenching.

"Without you, I’m living quite well." Charlotte stood up, looking out the window, where the most beautiful scene of her life was painted.

Mia sat in the wicker chair, her mommy feeding her mashed potatoes with a small spoon, while Mia’s tiny white hands broke off pieces of bread to feed the familiar birds, laughing happily...

"But have you ever thought, you could live even better?" Atlas stood by Charlotte’s side, this scene was equally captivating for him, wasn’t it?

"Daddy, daddy..." suddenly Mia’s voice rang like silver bells, calling out joyfully, as she climbed off the chair and walked quickly towards the path outside the garden.

The door of the small villa was open, so when Mia called out loudly for daddy, Atlas heard it all clearly.

She wasn’t calling him, that much he was sure of, because she had just called him uncle.

Sure enough, Atlas saw Rogers’ car parked by the roadside, and as Rogers got out of the car, Mia was already clinging to his leg, looking up at him with a face full of sweet joy.

It was as if she had met the person she liked the most.

Atlas’s throat began to feel bitter and astringent, as if someone had placed a bunch of Chinese gall in his throat, unable to spit it out or swallow it, allowing it to dissolve in his throat and seep into his heart.

He watched Rogers lift Little Mia up high, her black hair flying in the wind, and her outstretched arms seemed to catch all the sunlight. She truly was a little angel, yet this was his little angel who intimately called someone else daddy, such a painful feeling.

He had no right to stop it. In Mia’s understanding, he was just a stranger uncle, while the one who lifted her high was her father.

"See, she looks very happy, doesn’t she?" Charlotte’s words pierced his heart like a needle, Atlas said softly, as if speaking to himself, or perhaps to Charlotte.

"When she’s older, and she asks why she’s Chinese, and her daddy is a foreigner, how will you answer her?" Atlas’s voice was almost desperate, yet in that desperation hid a faint glimmer of hope.

Sometimes, only when you are at rock bottom can you rise again?

Charlotte couldn’t help but laugh: "I’ve always wondered how someone with your intelligence could make the Hallow Clan so powerful. Do you want me to tell her that she was born from her biological father’s pursuit of physical pleasure, in a marriage of deceit and infidelity? Oh right, by the time Mia was born, we had already divorced, hadn’t we? She’s not even the product of marriage, do you want me to tell her that?"

If he hadn’t asked the question it would have been fine, but since Atlas brought it up, Charlotte retaliated like a fierce cat with its fur bristling.

That wasn’t what he meant; he just wanted to fight for himself, but when facing these matters, his intelligence seemed completely offline.

When they both saw Rogers carrying Mia inside, they immediately fell silent and replaced their expressions with gentle smiles.

"Mommy, daddy said he would take me flying, is that true?" Mia’s eyes lit up with excitement, her smile sweeter than the spring blossoms.

"Hmm, so you need to eat well and eat more." She was planning to take Mia back to the U.S.A, along with her father’s ashes for burial, and her mommy also wanted to go back to see.

Even Luna, actually, could return, over the years, even though Luna had been unpredictable with her, Charlotte was certain Luna probably wouldn’t cause any more trouble.

It’s time to go back...

At the mention of eating more, Mia’s little face seemed about to fall, muttering in a small voice: "Don’t want to eat..."

Charlotte couldn’t help but kiss her little face, then let her down to go play in her toy pile.

Behind the living room, there was a small playroom where all the toys would be cleaned and disinfected before being put there, keeping the living room tidy, and Mia would happily play by herself.

Not long after, Luna also came downstairs, walked expressionlessly into the playroom, and shut the door.

Lunch was ready, and Freya Morgon smilingly said, "Since everyone is here, why don’t you all stay for lunch."

Atlas knew how awkward and embarrassing it would be to stay, but he couldn’t leave.

The Miller Family’s lunch was a mix of Chinese and Western, with the long dining table laid out with lots of food, breads from the neighbor lady, Chinese chives dumplings made by Freya, good chicken soup, braised beef from the kitchen help, and rice, all in all filling the table.

Atlas watched as Mia sat on Rogers’ lap, wearing a pretty little bib, with a bowl in front of her holding two tiny dumplings.

This was the most difficult meal he had ever endured, yet he persisted, maintaining his decorum.

"Are you taking Mia flying? Where to? I’ll take you." Atlas spoke softly, his gaze never leaving Mia, no matter where, he would take them, the crowded plane wasn’t good for Mia.

"I’m taking my father’s ashes back home." Charlotte didn’t plan to hide it from him, and since she was taking the whole family back this time, if they took his plane, it would be convenient, especially with her father’s ashes.

"I’ll have someone prepare, when are you departing?" Atlas felt jubilant at heart, such excitement was like discovering a spring gushing out in a parched desert, refreshing and sweet, making one overjoyed.

"Luna, why don’t you come back with us, Mia can’t be without you." Charlotte didn’t answer Atlas directly but attentively asked Luna, who was sipping soup.

Before Luna could respond, Mia had already reached out her hands, looking like she was about to cry: "Want aunty... aunty..."

Luna stood up, picked up Mia, then took her bowl and went into the playroom. She didn’t answer, but Charlotte already knew the answer.

Resting on Luna’s shoulder, Mia, who had just been teary-eyed, blew a kiss adorably to those seated at the dining table, smiling sweetly.

"In a week, we’ll set off." She still had some things to attend to, and Mia needed to go for one more check-up.

She didn’t understand why Atlas was so happy. If he knew she would really make a move against the Hallow Clan upon returning, he probably wouldn’t be so pleased, right?

It seemed that no matter what, the two of them can’t avoid a day of confrontation.

After lunch, Rogers called Charlotte to her room; yesterday’s matter needed a proper explanation.

"Charlotte, I’m very sorry for what happened yesterday, I can’t believe king would do such a thing. I’ve handed him over to the clan leader, and I’m sure he’ll be punished appropriately. I just want to tell you, if you need anything from me, you can let me know, Charlotte, we’re best friends, you understand what I mean, right?" Rogers said sincerely, his amber eyes filled with guilt.

"Rogers, it’s enough that Mia is okay, it’s all in the past..." She was indeed very angry at king’s actions, almost to the point of fury, but she also knew this wasn’t what Rogers wanted.

"Charlotte, you can easily comfort me saying it’s all in the past, but why can’t you forgive Atlas?" Rogers always knew Charlotte was an exceptionally kind girl. Even though in the past two years she became more decisive, her heart remained extremely gentle.

Why couldn’t she particularly forgive him?

Charlotte was also asking herself why she was so bothered by Atlas’s deception, even though his intentions weren’t to harm her, yet she minded so much?

Mind enough to want to use everything to fight against Atlas, to make him regret?

Even she couldn’t explain it clearly at this moment...