Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte)

Chapter 437

As there was no answer, Kendall asked curiously instead, "Well, the twelve- year- old Shane also treats you pretty..."

Charlotte coughed loudly and interjected, "Kendall, do you want to experiment on Rick?"

"I'd like to, but I can’t possibly knock him out just like that..."

She would like to?

Charlotte began to pray for Rick. She hoped that Kendall was just fantasising and did not plan to truly execute it.

Not a while later, Avery came back. He then walked to Charlotte's side and said, "I've already found Augustus, so we' re left with one final problem now. Do we want to find someone to take up Heidi's role?"

Charlotte was startled by his words. She pushed him aside and asked, "It was difficult enough to find Augustus. Why do you think bringing Heidi into this will be a good idea? What if you get exposed?"

"That won’t happen. I’ve already had everything planned out. Shane and Augustus have been friends for many years, right? Well, my brother likes fishing so obviously they would go do that together. He also likes to play chess, and collect antiques. Oh! And he loves cake, he has a particular favourite flavour for it. Fortunately, I was able to ask around and got the recipe for it," Avery said, looking away.

'Avery, are you alright?" Charlotte asked with concern.

"I'm fine. I just recalled when I was younger, my brother and I were very close. We only drifted apart after Shane appeared. Now, he doesn't even think about me twice. I've actually forgotten about this

and that fellow’s existence. I don't know what to do with this memory..."

"Well, your brother is a very powerful man." Charlotte tried to come up with something to say after that. "He's probably made a lot of enemies..."

"I understand what you’ re trying to say, but I honestly don't want to take revenge anymore. I'm sick of all this. Even if we do resolve the issue with the Stevens Family, I won't get any joy out of it. What's more, Irena came back to me. I still have Olive with me, so my life finally has a purpose now. I'm just thinking about how Shane would deal with all of this once he recovers his memories. Perhaps he’s already forgotten my brother, just like I did."

Charlotte gazed silently at Shane. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

'Shane definitely did not forget who Augustus was, he would never. He was willing to remain twelve forever which was enough to show everyone just how important Augustus was in his mind,’ she thought.

Avery seemed to have arrived at the same conclusion after some thought as well. He looked up and muttered to himself, "But if he really forgot my brother, he wouldn't want to stay twelve, right?”

As Shane was still 'pretending' to be sick, most of the official business was handled by Charlotte. Whenever he was free, Charlotte wouldn't let him look at any of the documents and would just throw him in front of the piano.

"I feel like I was probably forced to practise the piano when I was younger." Shane sat in front of the piano and shook his head helplessly.

"It doesn't matter. Your main priority now is to gain some of your muscle memory back. You can do that by practising the piano all day, I'm sure it'll help."

"But I really don't think this is necessary."

"Your piano teacher says otherwise."

Shane was rendered speechless by that.

Was he really about to heed a piano teacher's words?

In the beginning, he had learned how to play the piano by himself. He couldn't believe that he had to listen to some random teacher now. It felt unbecoming.

As a matter of fact...

It didn't matter if a genius like Shane had any muscle memory or not. He could memorise the music score at a glance, and could play the entire thing fluently three or four times in the end. Charlotte sat next to him and listened to him play the piano while getting some paperwork done.

When he heard the melodious notes of the piano, Freddie walked over. He stood behind Charlotte and watched Shane play with gleaming eyes.

After a while, Sheryl followed behind him and asked, "What are you doing?"

"I'm watching your father play the piano."

"He looks very handsome, doesn't he?"

Freddie nodded.

However, his attention was on other things.

He remembered that before this, Shane had not been able to play without stuttering through most of the notes, as if he was having difficulty adjusting to his grown adult fingers. However, as Freddie looked at the man playing at that moment, it seemed that not only had Shane overcome that initial hurdle, he could also play a new score perfectly, after practicing several times.

In other words, Shane had either recovered his memories or he was more of a prodigy than Freddie.

However, Freddie felt that the idea of Shane being more of a genius than him was unrealistic. Even if he himself lost his memories and was thrown in front of the piano, it would be impossible for him to recall his muscle memory and play the piano so fluently.

Shane was great in this regard. In such a short period of time, he had been able to develop muscle memory.

However, the premise of muscle memory was that he could perfectly mobilise every muscle in his body.

He thought It was impossible for the mentally twelve-year-old Shane to master his adult body like that.

"Let's go play outside." After taking a look around, Freddie felt that there was nothing interesting to see, so he decided to bring Sheryl out of the room with him.

"Alright."

Before they left, Sheryl regarded Shane suspiciously. She tilted her head in confusion before shrugging it off.

"What's wrong?" Freddie asked.

"Don't you think there's something off about my dad? The way he was playing the piano just now was really different from before. Don't you think so?"

"Are you sure? I can't see what could be wrong..."

"Well, if you think nothing's off, then I must have been mistaken." Sheryl instantly cheered up. "Let's go play. I was just worried that my dad's memory might have been restored."

"Why don't you wish for him to regain his memories?" Freddie asked, puzzled.

Logically speaking, shouldn't she be hoping that Shane would recover his memories?

Sheryl was silent for a moment, and then began to explain meekly, "Because he is happier without his recent memories. I'm worried that after he regains his memories, he will turn back into the same person he was before. I don't think the person he was was horrible, but I just feel that he's much happier now."

Freddie fell silent.

Perhaps she was right.

He should have a chat with his future father- inlaw.

Charlotte returned to her bedroom to attend a video conference.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Freddie went to Shane and said, "Mr. Fuller, I have something to discuss with you."

Shane stopped playing the piano and looked at him wordlessly. He did not utter a single word.

'The way Freddie had greeted him was weird,' Shane thought.

Freddie had not spoken to him so formally before. Could it be that this child...

"I know that you have regained your memories. I wasn't sure at first, but Sheryl told me that you were behaving strangely today. I'm here to confront you about it, and hope you'll be honest with me."

"What are you trying to say?" Shane did not admit that he had recovered his memories, nor did he insist that he was twelve years old. Instead, he averted that topic entirely and started chatting with Freddie.

"Sheryl said that she wants you to never restore your memories, because that way, you'll always be happy. She said that she likes how happy you've looked ever since you've lost them. Mr. Fuller, it may not be my place to tell you this, but I honestly understand how you feel."

Freddie himself was a genius. Heck, he could even be called a child prodigy by some.

He was strong and did extraordinarily well in his studies. He also had several equally talented friends by his side. He knew that if those friends of his died, he would be very lonely. He had also asked his father many questions about Shane.

Even though Shane's life looked great, it was just a facade.

He and his brother had turned against each other, and all of his friends had passed away. Additionally, those he had trusted had betrayed him, and he had also lost the ones who he cared about most in the world. If this was the price of intelligence, he didn't want it.

"So?" Shane retorted.

Shane did not have much affection for this b*stard who wanted to take his daughter from him.

Even though this b*stard was only eight years old.