The Big Shot's Movie Star Wife Is Beautiful and Sassy

Chapter 502: Chapter 445: Little Bunny Brat

“Return to Rose Garden or Clark Manor.” Kevin Clark took off his white lab coat and asked Charlotte Lane.

Charlotte Lane looked at the location Charles Amos had sent her and asked, “Why isn’t the Lane Family an option?”

Kevin Clark looked at her without speaking.

Charlotte Lane looked up at him, saw his somewhat pitiful look, and showed him her cell phone, saying, “Let’s go find Charles first.”

Kevin Clark also took a look at the location: “What happened? Why did he suddenly ask us to go there?”

“I don’t know, there must be something going on.”

“Could it be dangerous?” Kevin Clark noticed that she was quite calm, so it didn’t seem like there was any danger.

“No.” Charlotte Lane checked other messages and still had no news from Jack Thompson. “If there is any danger, his message would be followed by two exclamation marks.”

Kevin Clark chuckled, “Let’s go check it out then.”

“Okay.”

At this time in the Imperial Capital, traffic was heavy, and it was hard to speed up.

Charles Amos was in a coffee shop, leisurely eating cake and taking his time.

Wilton Edwards didn’t rush him, as this was the first time Charles could remember seeing his father, and it was inevitable he’d be curious about him.

Similarly, although Jack Amos had seen Charles many times from afar in Imperial Capital, this was the first time they had met face to face since Charles had grown up.

This was the child he had with Harris Kirsten…

The child she had spent her life caring for…

So as they spent time together, they inadvertently lost track of time.

Charles hadn’t returned yet, so Tom Wayne called.

As Charles continued to eat his cake, he put his cell phone on the table, turned on the speakerphone, and answered, “Grandmother.”

Tom Wayne’s voice came from the cell phone, “Charles, where are you?”

Jack Amos’ eyelashes quivered slightly as he looked at Charles’ phone.

“Grandma, I’m at a coffee shop, and I’ll be back soon.” Charles said, “I’ll bring some cake home for you.”

“Alright.” Tom Wayne replied, “Your grandmother will be waiting for you at home.”

“Mmm.”

After hanging up, Charles noticed Jack Amos had been staring at his phone, so he asked, “What are you looking at?”

“Do you like your grandparents?”

“Yes,” Charles said, “I also like Uncle and Aunt Brown, and my elder brothers and sisters.”

Jack Amos smiled, knowing that his family would not be hard on the child.

“Aren’t you going back?” Jack Amos asked.

Charles looked at him, his eyes full of sincerity, “Can I stay a little longer?”

“Why?”

Charles looked down, poking the cake with a fork, “I don’t know when the next time we’ll see each other is, you don’t seem to want to see me.”

Wilton Edwards watched Charles from the side, feeling that there was something odd about him, but couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

“It’s not that I don’t want to see you.” Jack Amos suddenly felt like he’d hurt the child, “I have some unfinished business and it’s inconvenient to see you all.”

“If you never finish, will you never see us?” Charles looked up at him and asked.

Jack Amos was quiet without a response.

In everyone’s eyes, he was a dead man, and his parents, siblings, and children were all living well. If he didn’t see them, he could do anything without worry. No emotional ties would hold him back.

Because in others’ hearts, he had long been dead.

And now, with his appearance as it is, he didn’t know how to face his family.

Today’s encounter was unexpected.

Fortunately, Wilton Edwards didn’t have any emotional attachment to him. And Charles…probably didn’t have any concrete concept of what a father should be like.

As long as he could appease the two of them, everything would be fine.

Although the little kid was not easy to deal with, he cared a lot about Enigma Starry. As long as he said good things about Enigma Starry, there would be no problems.

However, he didn’t expect the child to have his own ideas. He had his own thoughts about what was good for his mother.

Charles Amos’s words successfully kept Jack Amos from telling him to leave.

So Charles stayed at the coffee shop for almost two hours.

When Charlotte Lane and Kevin Clark arrived, Jack Amos was playing chess with Charles and didn’t notice people coming from outside.

So Charlotte Lane and Kevin Clark entered the store smoothly.

Charles’s seat was directly facing the entrance, and when he saw Charlotte Lane, his eyes lit up, and he immediately stood up from his seat.

Jack Amos was concentrating on playing chess with him and took a moment to react. Seeing his eyes suddenly brighten, he subconsciously turned around and looked back.

His gaze met Charlotte Lane’s.

Charlotte Lane stopped in her tracks, her cold and casual eyes suddenly fixed on Jack Amos, her pupils dilating bit by bit, and even her hands hanging by her side began to tremble gradually.

As she looked at the man in front of her, the scene of that rainy night gradually surfaced in her mind.

She saw the reflecting dagger stab Jack Amos’s body again and again with her own eyes.

When pulled out, it was covered with blood, cleansed by the rain and then stabbed into the body again.

The blood on the ground mixed with the rainwater, flowing together to the low-lying area.

Edward Kirsten’s demonic voice echoed in her ears.

Jack Amos was also stunned, even somewhat shocked by the completely unexpected scene before him.

Kevin Clark also looked at Jack Amos, tensing for a moment. But after noticing Charlotte Lane’s trembling, he subconsciously squeezed her hand and comforted her.

Charles walked to Charlotte Lane’s side, gently pulling on her clothes.

Charlotte Lane blinked gently, but her eyes remained fixed on Jack Amos.

Wilton Edwards looked at Charles and immediately knew his series of actions just now were to delay time. He stood up and said, “Third Master, Lady.”

Charlotte Lane looked at him, paused, and then looked at Jack Amos again. It took her a while to find her voice: “You…”

Jack Amos came back to his senses, stood up, and looked at them. When not seeing him, it was fine, but when facing each other like this, all the emotions surged forth.

It felt like yesterday when he called Kevin Clark, talking about his next homecoming day.

It also felt like yesterday when he and Enigma Starry were sitting together, discussing why Jack Kingsley loved to cry so much.

He controlled himself not to look at Kevin Clark but looked at Charlotte Lane, slightly smiling, and said, “Enigma.”

Charlotte Lane’s eyelashes trembled, and as she stared at Jack Amos, her tears inexplicably fell.

Kevin Clark heard his voice, and his eyes instantly turned red.

Jack Amos reached out to wipe away Charlotte Lane’s tears but stopped as he lifted his hand, realizing that she had grown up and married. His actions were no longer appropriate.

He put his hand down and tried to make his tone sound lighter, saying, “The person who started the attack was one of my own, and the last stab was deliberately off target.”

But those thirty-two knives, they were all stabbed solidly into his body. Even a few might have touched nerves.

Even if he didn’t die, recovering to his current state might have taken several years.

And he didn’t know how much suffering he had to endure.

Charlotte Lane found herself unable to speak, and she rarely had such emotional moments. She could only nod in response.

Jack Amos took a few tissue papers from the table and handed them to her, “Alright, don’t cry anymore. You won’t be pretty if you keep crying.”

Kevin Clark took the tissue papers from his hand and wiped Charlotte Lane’s tears.

“No way, my mom is the prettiest,” Charles murmured softly.

As soon as he spoke, Jack Amos immediately looked at him.

That look, as if to cut off his own future.

Only now did he realize that he had fallen into Charles’s trap, with his pity and chess-playing all intentional.

Charles immediately hid behind Charlotte Lane, grabbing her clothes, loudly complaining, “Mom, he wouldn’t let me tell you I’ve seen him before!”

Jack Amos:

Kevin Clark and Charlotte Lane both looked at Jack Amos.

Jack Amos coughed lightly, not looking at the two of them, especially Kevin Clark’s angry eyes. He suspected the kid might have discovered something.

Otherwise, just by a similar voice, he shouldn’t have recognized him.