Although he felt some remorse, Charles was not planning to hide the truth any longer, Anna was his wife, and he wasn't going to change that.
No matter what happened next, he would face it openly.
Facing Charles's openness, Elizabeth did not show annoyance of betrayal, instead, she sighed in relief.
She tucked her scattered silver hair behind her ear, "That's great, since you've been straightforward, I'll be honest too, actually… I have one too."
"You have one too? What do you have?" Charles was a bit slow to comprehend. He felt that things weren't unfolding as he had imagined.
After finishing her sentence, Elizabeth stood up and walked out. Soon, she pulled in a delicately beautiful girl, petite and only about five feet tall, who obediently leaned against Elizabeth's embrace.
Charles recognized the person—it was Charlie's daughter, the girl from three years ago had now fully grown.
