Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen-Chapter 772: Give him a child

"Charlotte!"

Ilisa Lyons walked over, wearing a black silk embroidered qipao with knot buttons. Over forty, she was well-maintained, a woman of enduring charm.

At this moment, her face showed a trace of discreet disgust and resistance as she pulled Charlotte Smith’s hand, "Go inside with Robert for dinner, don’t worry about things here."

Charlotte Smith glanced at her mother.

This woman gave birth to her but hardly raised her, so meeting again now felt anything but familiar.

Back when the Smith family was calculated by Robert Stephens, what she felt mostly was the fear of a rabbit’s demise rather than the sadness of a loved one’s death.

Lately, having matured, she understood better her status in the Smith family.

She was born of Ilisa Lyons, sent to the Stephens family as a gift, her sole purpose being to win Robert Stephens’ favor.

The aim was to exchange for the Smith family’s wealth and status.

If Robert Stephens hadn’t chosen her back then, her fate would have been an early marriage alliance.

The girls of the Smith family were always highly sought after in noble families, all beauties, educated to be obedient and compliant, just like her.

Born a tool, she didn’t know if her fate—whether marrying an unknown aristocratic son or chosen by Robert Stephens to be by his side—was any better...

Charlotte Smith lowered her eyes, ignoring Ilisa Lyons, speaking only to the child Ryan Smith: "Where’s your mom now? Can you get her to the hospital by yourself? Should I call someone to help?"

"Charlotte!"

Ilisa Lyons’ face grew increasingly unpleasant, thinking Charlotte Smith was out of her mind!

Robert Stephens descended from the steps, extending long fingers that touched Charlotte Smith’s shoulder, gently calling, "Charlotte."

Charlotte Smith turned her head, looking at the man’s noble brow; her slightly immature face was very serious: "Robert, my brother’s family member is ill, could you help me send his mother to the hospital?"

Robert Stephens came down, the Smith family’s security and servants immediately dispersed, even Ilisa Lyons didn’t dare act up in front of him.

The man’s gaze slowly settled on the girl’s delicate face, her light brown eyes looked at him hopefully, her eyes pleading earnestly.

He glanced at the unkempt child on the ground, then pulled Charlotte Smith over, holding her in his arms.

"Aunt Lyons," he said indifferently, "Please find someone to visit his home, send them to my family’s private hospital, charge it to me."

"..." Standing aside, Ilisa Lyons’ enchanting eyes darkened slightly, she pursed her red lips, glanced at Charlotte Smith held by Robert Stephens, and ultimately said nothing, merely gesturing to the butler.

When Robert Stephens spoke, naturally no one dared oppose.

Soon, Ryan Smith was taken away by the butler driving.

"Let’s go, eat,"

Robert Stephens led her, the tone lazy, taking her into the villa.

*

Since Robert Stephens was coming, the Smith family specially invited a five-star hotel chef to entertain that night.

The dishes were dazzling and abundant.

Once Robert Stephens arrived, he took the head seat, pulling Charlotte Smith to sit beside him.

Charlotte Smith’s grandmother was also supported from the Buddhist hall, Ilisa Lyons’ complexion already back to normal, making the meal joyous and friendly.

After dinner, Robert Stephens was called by Charlotte Smith’s father for business talks, Ilisa Lyons pulled her daughter into her bedroom with a displeased look.

"Mom," Charlotte Smith entered the room, looking at her mother’s beauty clouded with gloomy brows, smiling slightly, "What is it?"

"You can still smile?" Ilisa Lyons walked over, her fingers adorned with red pointing aggressively at her brow, "What were you doing? Sending that little bastard to the hospital? Do you know how much I’ve suffered because of her?"

Her brow stung from the poke, Charlotte Smith frowned slightly, retreating quietly. She lowered her eyes and said gently: "But he’s still dad’s son. If we watch his mom die, people will talk badly about us. Robert was here today too."

Ilisa Lyons heard her comments, naturally saw some sense, indeed behaving too dearly before outsiders, lacked the presence of a household’s mother.

So, Ilisa Lyons looked at her daughter for a while, inquiring about her relationship with Robert Stephens.

"You and Robert, are getting along well?"

"Pretty well."

Ilisa Lyons extended her hand, pinching her chin, and examined her exquisite pretty face with satisfaction, "Daughter, as long as you’re obedient, there’s no man in this world who’ll escape the palm of your hand."

With such a pure face, what man would refuse?

In the end, Robert Stephens is just an ordinary man.

Men, they like purity.

Charlotte Smith raised her eyes, quietly gazing at her mother’s face.

Her smile was full of appraisal and admiration for the goods, not a mother’s love for her daughter.

In the past, when she knew nothing, she’d follow her advice obediently.

After all, the Smith family’s education was like this, teaching her young to listen to elders and husbands.

She taught her to please Robert Stephens, so she went.

Fortunately, Robert Stephens liked her obediently, that man’s controlling nature stronger than ordinary men, generally women with even a little personality couldn’t stand his control.

Charlotte Smith whispered quietly: "I’m heading downstairs."

"Hey, wait."

Ilisa Lyons held her back.

"Recently, while getting close to Robert, have you been taking medicine?"

"..." Charlotte Smith’s pupils tightened slightly, a bit surprised looking at her mother.

Ilisa Lyons saw her surprise and laughed, "Why shy? You think mom doesn’t know? The man keeps you around, you think just for good looks?"

Charlotte Smith’s slender brows gently furrowed a bit; looking at the woman she should call mother felt increasingly strange.

Ilisa Lyons continued: "Get pregnant early, bind him tight, otherwise men, after seeing many women, who knows one day he might fancy another?"

Charlotte Smith said: "He doesn’t genuinely like me; if I have his child someday without a father, it wouldn’t be good for the child."

"As long as you give birth, the position of the Stephens family’s young wife is yours. Wealth and power would raise a child easily, right?"

Ilisa Lyons educated her.

"Charlotte, mom is doing this for you. You’ve been with Robert for so many years, without name or status, if he falls for another woman, it would be like he slept with you for years for nothing. Imagine, finding a good home could be difficult afterward."

"Find a way to have a child; then he can’t run."

"You like him, right? Mom can tell."