Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen-Chapter 771: Ryan Smith

In the evening, Robert Stephens drove her to the Smith family.

At this time, the Smith family hadn’t fallen yet, and the lights were bright.

When Charlotte and Robert Stephens got out of the car, they happened to see Ilisa Lyons scolding someone at the door.

Seeing Robert Stephens’ car parked at the Smith family entrance, Ilisa Lyons’ eyebrows were cold and stern as she told the butler beside her, "Quickly get him out of here, don’t let him bring bad luck!"

Because someone was blocking her view, Charlotte couldn’t see who Ilisa Lyons was calling unlucky. Robert Stephens didn’t care much and was already heading inside. As she was about to follow, she heard a voice from a boy still in his voice-changing phase coming from the crowd: "My mom is dying of sickness, call Zachary Smith out! If you don’t give me money, I’ll never leave!"

The boy’s voice sounded weak and hoarse. Charlotte paused on the steps, looking at the boy knocked down to the ground in the crowd.

His clothes were ragged, old, his face was covered with dirt, and he appeared shabby.

At this moment, like a small animal driven to the brink, he tightly hugged a servant’s leg, refusing to let go no matter what.

Charlotte’s eyes slightly trembled, and she couldn’t help but call out, "Stop!"

Because of her voice, the servants who were hitting paused, and Charlotte ran over to pull the boy up from the ground.

It was a face full of scars.

His eyes were bruised, his lips chapped, and although the boy of about ten was tall, he was gaunt due to malnutrition.

Charlotte: "Ryan?"

The boy was somewhat surprised to hear her call his name and looked at her.

Charlotte was also shocked, looking at the boy in front of her.

Because she had lived with Robert Stephens, she didn’t even know Ryan’s existence at the time. Later, when most of the people in the Smith family were killed by Robert Stephens, the grandmother brought the illegitimate son Ryan from the countryside back to the Smith family to raise him as the inheritor.

She really didn’t expect that when she was eighteen, Ryan had come to the Smith family entrance.

She vaguely remembered that Ryan had always lived with his mother since childhood. Later, after his mother died of illness, he wandered the streets and was a hoodlum for a few years.

After he came to the Smith family, although he was the heir in name, in reality, his life was very bad. It was only after he got to know Edward Stephens that no one dared to bully him anymore.

But that memory was already very blurred.

She had become numb from being whipped by Robert Stephens for a long time, and at that time, her mind couldn’t hold anything other than pain.

Eventually, she got used to the pain, and Ryan had already grown up.

Although they were half-siblings, there was no relationship, and they didn’t even know each other.

"You..." The young boy looked up, gazing at the gentle and beautiful face in front of him, a face somewhat similar to his own, with confusion in his eyes, "Who are you?"

Not far away, Robert Stephens stood on the steps, watching Charlotte’s hand placed on the boy’s shoulder, with his brows knitted with strands of gloom.

Charlotte: "I am your sister. Do you need money? I’ll give it to you."

Though she didn’t carry cash with her when she came out, she had a bank card. Robert Stephens would transfer her spending money to the card each month, and she hadn’t used it much, so the balance was quite substantial.

Robert Stephens watched as she pressed the black card into the dirty boy’s palm, his sharp eyebrows raised again, arms crossed, with a mixed expression, the air around him was thoroughly chilling.