hapter 770 Turmoil Within
Marthaâs eyes immediately reddened, âAre you still blaming me for not being
there for you all these years? Iâ¦â
She looked into Joeâs eyes earnestly, âIf I had recovered my memory earlier, I
wouldâve come back to you right away. What mother doesnât love her own
child?â
Her tone was sincere, sure to move anyone unaware of the situation.
But how could Joe allow her to get close to Ben and Anna when he still has
doubts about her and Hope?
He spoke with a slight frown on his face, âWe are planning to move soon, and
Grandpa will be living with us. Can you be assured?â
Martha was choked for a moment.
Even if she acted like a mother in front of Joe, she still couldnât compare to Sir
Smith.
Martha stopped her sobbing awkwardly, âYou guys are living so well here;
why do you suddenly want to move?â
âOur marital house is at the manor on Andrew Road; I think moving there
might help her remember more,â Joe said lightly.
âA manor?â Martha widened her eyes slightly but quickly masked her
composure.
If Joe had not been watching her expression closely, he might not have
noticed it at all.
Is Martha short of money?
Joe lowered his eyes, concealing his deep thoughts, âIt was personally
designed by Charlotte; itâs very meaningful to both of us.â
He didnât intend to say more to Martha and casually changed the subject.
He thought Martha would give up, but she had the driver bring in some toys,
âI brought some toys for the children. Where are they?â
Martha looked around but didnât see Ben and Anna.
âGrandpa and Old Mr. Clinton took them abroad to attend an auction; they
wonât be home for a few days,â Joe said indifferently.
Knowing that Martha had ulterior motives, he naturally wouldnât give her a
chance to get close to the children.
Martha was clearly very disappointed and left the villa after forcing a few
more words.
The perfume in the air faded a lot, and Charlotte finally came back to her senses, only to find that Martha had already left. âAre you okay?â Joe looked at Charlotte with a frown, feeling that her expression was not quite right. Charlotte opened her mouth but didnât know how to describe her emotions to Joe. She felt like she was wrapped in a plastic bag, aware of everything around her but always feeling distant. âIâm fine.â
Charlotte hesitated for a long time but finally decided to keep quiet.
Joe stared at her for a moment, and then suddenly took her hand.
Charlotte instinctively wanted to dodge, but thinking of Joeâs identity, she
forced herself to accept his presence.
At this moment, Joe let go of her hand.
Joe looked into her eyes and said, âYou didnât like it when I suddenly took
your hand, did you?â
Charlotte looked at Joe helplessly.
âI know you donât feel secure right now, but you donât have to go against your
own feelings to accommodate me, evenâ¦â Joe looked intently into Charlotteâs
eyes, âYour happiness is most important to me; do you understand?â
Charlotte did not expect Joe to say such words to her.
She should have been moved, but it was as if a piece of her emotions was
missing, and she couldnât feel that way.
She lowered her head and apologized to Joe, âIâm sorryâ¦â
Joe didnât expect her to apologize for what he said.
He sighed deeply, âYou donât have to say sorry to me; you havenât wronged
anyone.â
Looking into Charlotteâs eyes, Joe felt a surge of irritation and walked out