Chapter 4
Author: Poen Konnet
last update2025-05-14 15:37:43

Ignoring Liam and Barbara, who were both stunned at the spot, Logan clutched the divorce papers, turned and rushed up the stairs to look for Charlotte.

As soon as Logan stepped into their bedroom, Logan’s expression softened, filled with sorrow.

Charlotte was curled up on the bed with her shoulders shaking with quiet sobs.

“Charlotte ... what’s going on with this divorce papers? Do you really want to leave me ... and our sweet baby Chloe?”

He asked in a low voice, walking up and pulling her into his arms.

Upon hearing Logan’s question, Charlotte broke down right away, pouring out her emotions.

“Logan, I had no choice...”

“If I refused, my mother wouldn’t give me a single cent. And I couldn’t just stand by and watch us lose Chloe.”

Her voice cracked at the mention of their daughter’s name.

“I thought… if I played along with her plan, I could at least protect our child.”

“I planned to explain everything to you afterward,” she sobbed.

“As for Liam ... I didn’t know he was coming. Mom must have arranged everything behind my back.”

“I see,” Logan was relieved.

Everything made sense now!

Her sudden agreement to the divorce was merely a calculated move to secure money from her mother.

And sure enough, it turned out that Barbara was up to no good!

“I’m sorry,” Charlotte said, full of guilt. “Everything happened so fast, I didn’t have time to explain it to you.”

“It’s okay. It’s my fault for not protecting you and our daughter,” Logan said gently.

“You know what? I have good news. We don’t need to worry about the money anymore.”

“I once helped a struggling businessman near the orphanage. Now he’s repaying me by covering Chloe’s surgery cost.”

Logan didn’t reveal his true identity because things were too complicated to explain for the time being.

Also, given the intricate web of interests within the Sullivan family, he felt even more certain that keeping his identity hidden was the wisest choice.

Not only for his sake, but also for Charlotte and their daughter’s sake.

Besides, this excuse was close enough to the truth.

After all, when he was still a child, he had indeed saved Felix’s daughter from drowning.

So it could be regarded that Felix was repaying that favor now.

“Really?”

Charlotte blinked, staring at Logan in disbelief.

Sensing her anxiety and confusion, Logan added gently.

“Yes, the surgery’s already paid for. Chloe is in the operating room right now with the best medical team in the country. Everything’s taken care of.”

“Thanks goodness! That’s amazing!”

Relief washed over Charlotte’s face like a rising tide, and the next second, she burst into tears of joy and threw her arms around Logan.

They remained in each other’s arms for a long, quiet moment.

A while later, they finally descended the stairs hand in hand.

The mood in the living room, however, turned sharp the instant Barbara caught sight of them—especially when she realized Charlotte wasn’t dragging a suitcase.

Her smile vanished. She shot to her feet, furious.

“What is this? Why are you still clinging to that loser—and where’s your luggage?!” she barked.

“Haven’t you wasted enough of Liam’s time? Didn’t you say you wanted to save Chloe? So what are you waiting for?!”

Charlotte met her mother’s fury head-on, standing tall, her voice steady. “I’m not going anywhere, Mom.”

“What?!” Barbara shrieked. “But you signed the divorce papers!”

“I signed them to get money from you,” Charlotte said bluntly.

“I never planned to leave Logan. Everything I did was for Chloe—not for you. And definitely not for Liam.”

Meanwhile, seeing Charlotte and Logan so close made Liam burn with jealousy.

And coupled with the kick from earlier, his face ashened.

He glared coldly at Barbara.

“I warn you, if this bastard son-in-law of yours doesn’t kneel and kiss my ass, then Elysian Bloom can forget about any cooperation. I’ll make sure your company go bankrupt!” he snapped, his voice laced with anger.

Barbara panicked.

Grandma Sullivan had assigned her the task to make sure Charlotte divorce Logan, in order to marry her off to Liam.

Only by doing so could the Sullivans secure their luxury life, probably flourishing in the near future.

And even this task meant ‘selling’ her own daughter off, she didn’t dare fail it.

“Charlotte, do you even realize what you're throwing away? Why be so blinded? Why choose this garbage and lowlife?”

Barbara pointed at Logan, her eyes in rage, “And you bastard! Sign the damn papers and apologize to Liam, or forget about the one million to save your little bastard daughter!”

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