Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 708

Charlotte ignored her, still peering behind the caretaker.

The caretaker patted her chest and smiled as she approached. "Are you looking for Mr. Chancer? He went back to work. He asked me to take care of you. I thought you might wake up soon, so I went out to buy some nutritious soup for you."

"You're saying he left? He left before I even woke up?" Charlotte struggled to open her dry lips, her voice raspier than ever before.

Hearing this, the caretaker quickly set down the thermos and handed her the cup of tea from the table. "Please drink some water to soothe your throat, but don't drink too much. You've just given birth, so try to stay in bed and rest as much as possible."

Charlotte found the water being offered to her ironically bitter.

She had endured excruciating pain to give birth to James's child, yet he couldn't even spare a simple "thank you" for her efforts. Was this the marriage she had schemed so hard to get?

Did she regret it? If someone asked, she might answer yes, but she had no way to turn back now.

"Where's the baby?" Charlotte took a sip of water, her speech becoming much clearer.

The caretaker exclaimed in surprise, "I almost thought you'd forgotten about your own child! The first thing you ask about isn't your baby!"

Charlotte was already upset and agitated. Hearing the caretaker's rambling, her brows immediately furrowed. "Can you stop with the unnecessary talk?"

The caretaker reluctantly fell silent. Though Charlotte's words weren't pleasant, she didn't dare object—after all, her pay for this one day equaled half a year of her normal salary.

"I'm very sorry. I just talk too much. Um, your baby is doing fine. You gave birth to a son. Since he was premature, he's in an incubator right now." The caretaker quickly said everything Charlotte wanted to hear in one breath, afraid of being replaced.

Hearing it was a son, Charlotte felt mostly relieved. Given Mrs. Chancer's temperament, even if James was unwilling, her position as James’s wife in the Chancer family was now secure.

"Please leave. I need some time alone." Charlotte turned over and closed her eyes after speaking softly.

Vivian hid in her office and let out silent screams of frustration.

She could only vent by breaking expensive flowers and plants.

When her secretary knocked on the door, Vivian took a deep breath and barely managed to resume her socialite composure, sitting calmly in her chair.

"Ms. Wilson, you need to convene a board meeting in five minutes. Is there anything else you need prepared?"

Vivian waved her hand dismissively. "Nothing else. Just set up the conference room."

"Very well." The secretary respectfully backed out of the room.