Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte)

Chapter 111

"I'm sorry, I really didn't know about this matter. I just got the news today, I..."

As soon as Anne finished speaking, Shane asked coldly.

"You never heard about it?"

Since the Fuller Group had a lot of affairs to handle, it was normal for Zoe to be too busy to bother with outside news. However, as far as he knew, Anne was not a person who isolated herself from the outside world. Now things seemed quite strange to him.

"No, I didn't."

Anne shook her head and immediately said, "I only heard that Mr. Emerson had suddenly gotten sick. He only passed away because of myocardial infarction."

"Shane, please investigate this for me."

Charlotte's weak voice came from where her head was lowered.

"Alright."

Shane said simply. There was no doubt that Shane had heard Charlotte speak.

Cole looked all over the place and finally found his missing superior in the front garden. As he panted, he said, "Mr. Fuller, everyone on the board of directors is here. When do you think we should start?"

Charlotte raised her head slightly and swept a glance at the few people standing around her. The corner of her mouth lifted up slowly, but there was still a bitter smile on her face.

"You can go. I'll be fine with Anne here with me. I don't want too many people here."

"Call me if you need anything."

Shane glanced at Charlotte, a little worried. He didn't leave until he received Anne's confirmation.

Charlotte didn't know how long she sat on the chair. When she raised her head, she saw that only a few mourners were left.

"You're still here."

Elaine snorted coldly. She no longer acted as coquettishly as she had before.

"Elaine, don't go too far. We still don't know how Mr. Emerson died. Don't think that you're hiding it very well."

Anne stood in front of Charlotte angrily and blocked Elaine's sight of Charlotte.

It was the first time that she had seen such a shameless woman. Anne hated her so much that she could not help but grit her teeth.

"Timothy died because he had a heart attack and his brain started bleeding. I didn't tell Lottie because I was following Timothy's wishes from before he died. After all, we have to respect the dead."

Elaine smiled and started fiddling with the hair by her ear. She waved her hand towards a spot not far away.

"Mrs. Emerson."

The butler respectfully placed his hands on his sides and bowed.

"Please get Mr. Jones the lawyer to come here."

Elaine found a trace of confusion and confusion in Charlotte's eyes. She was in a good mood as she took the lead and entered the living room.

After walking a few steps, she noticed that no one was following her. With a cold expression, she said, "Charlotte, don't you want to be there for the reading of your father's will?"

"Lottie..."

Anne felt distressed as she watched Charlotte stand up suddenly and unsteadily, she went forward to support her. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

"I'm fine. Now that things have come to this point, I don't have anything to lose."

Anne accompanied every step of the way as Charlotte walked to an out-of-the-way room near the reception hall. When she saw Elaine's wicked expression, Anne suddenly felt like something bad was going to happen.

She did not believe that Elaine would be so good as to allow Lottie to be at the reading of the will. Unless...

Anne didn't dare to think about it, so she stood by with her eyebrows knitted and looked around.

"Miss Jane, this is the private affair of the Emerson family. Please don't get yourself involved."

"I'm sorry, I don't think it's troublesome, and I'm not afraid to hear about the Emerson family's affairs. This isn't something shameful, am I right?"

Anne deliberately emphasized the last few words, which successfully made Elaine's expression change.

The quiet room felt particularly strange. Anne unconsciously approached Lottie. Just as she was about to speak, she was stopped by the sound of footsteps outside the door.

"Sorry, there was a traffic jam."

The man said apologetically to the few people present.

"Mr. Jones, now that you're here, you can read Timothy's will before Charlotte. If I had been the one to read it, she would definitely not believe it."

Elaine leaned back to the sofa with a smile, as if she was very confident.

The man with gold-framed glasses looked at Charlotte and suppressed the surprise he felt in his heart. He said with a neutral expression, "Miss Charlotte, according to Mr. Emerson's will, there are no possessions or stock for you to inherit. Everything belonging to the Emerson family will be given to Mrs. Emerson."

"I don't approve."

Anne looked at Charlotte's pale face. Anne was not satisfied by this and immediately said, "I could bring out a will and say that all the property belongs to me. But would you believe me? Just because you have a will doesn't mean people will be satisfied with it."

"Lottie, you should be able to recognize Timothy's handwriting, shouldn't you?"

Elaine pretentiously signaled to the lawyer, and the latter immediately handed over the will.

Anne could feel that something was wrong, but she couldn't tell what it was.

All of this was going too smoothly. It was so natural that it made one's hair stand on end.

Charlotte's hands trembled as she looked at the words on the paper. She was able to recognize who had written the words at a glance.

"Lottie, is it Mr. Emerson's handwriting?"

Anne asked anxiously.

"Yes, it is."

Charlotte nodded bitterly, but Anne immediately pulled her aside and said defiantly, "Lottie is Mr. Emerson's daughter. According to the law, Lottie should have a portion of the inheritance, right? This will doesn't make sense."

She didn't want her friend to fight for her inheritance, she just wanted Charlotte to have something to remember her father by.

Even though the man had been so hurtful to Charlotte, he had still been her father.

"Miss Charlotte, according to your father, you have been disowned. So now you no longer have any legitimate rights to the inheritance according to the law."

The lawyer said very seriously.

Anne still wanted to argue further, but was stopped by Charlotte next to her. Charlotte looked at Anne and shook her head. Anne could only give up.

"Let's go."

Anne supported Charlotte as they left the Emerson household. But when they were outside the gate, Charlotte stopped.

Filled with complex emotions, she looked at the house she might never step into. Her face was sickly white.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the Fuller Group building was still brightly lit, and almost every corner was filled with tense atmopshere. No one dared to leave without permission, even though it was time to get off work.

"Mr. Cole, what time is Mr. Fuller leaving?"

After taking some documents from the printer, he pulled at Cole who had been passing by, and looked around nervously.

"I don't know."

Cole could only shake his head. He shrugged his shoulders innocently before walking toward the chairman's office.

"Mr. Fuller."

He stood respectfully to the side, looking at the man who was burying himself in work in front of him. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

He didn't know what the women outside would think if they knew that the president stayed here because of his missus.

"Did you find it?"

Shane slowly put away the file he was reading and smoothly wrote "Shane Fuller" on the last page.

"Mr. Emerson did die of illness, just as Miss Jane said. All the doctors at the hospital who handled the case said that it was a myocardial infarction. That hospital also said that Mr. Emerson's medical

record is genuine."

Cole handed over the medical record in his hand expressionlessly and waited for his next instructions.

"I see."

Shane opened it casually and glanced at it. Then he closed the file again and leaned backward into the leather seat behind him with his eyes closed.

Twenty minutes later, Shane finally left the office.