Who can clearly make sense of everything?
Oliver Hudson chuckled quietly, the tone of his laughter giving away nothing, but Charlotte Thompson could feel his resolve and fiery determination.
"Miss Thompson, you may not understand."
He shook his head with a bitter smile, "I am the instigator, I am the source, and I am the one who ultimately created this situation."
"If I had abandoned them when they were most in need, I would never be able to forgive myself in this lifetime."
Charlotte momentarily froze before turning around to inspect the man behind her more closely.
Oliver was dressed in a simple dark casual jacket, with a hint of paleness under his eyes, and clear signs of fatigue in his gaze, reflecting the strain he had been under lately.
However, what surprised Charlotte was that there was more to Oliver than just an obvious aura of despair. There was now a hint of the tenderness and steadfastness she had never dared to hope for from Oliver, which Annie Anne needed.