My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 567



Chapter 567

Chapter 567


It was obvious that Fae did not believe her son’s words.


“Mom, she’s the foster daughter.”


Instantly, Fae’s expression turned grim. “Are you telling me that… Lottie is Lochlan’s foster daughter?”


Just as Joseph thought that his mother would be disgusted by Charlotte or cursed at her, he heard her say, “The Frasers were horrible with her. The poor girl’s face has been disfigured, yet they’re still slandering her. What do they mean by child bride? This is infuriating!”


From her tone, it was obvious that she felt bad for Charlotte.


“You will not chase Lottie off?” Joseph looked at his mother in surprise.


“Do I look like one of those people? I don’t care who the Frasers are or whose foster daughter she is. Lottie is staying with us, so she’s one of us. If Lochlan dares to show his face here, I’ll teach him a lesson. How dare he treat Lottie in this way? If the Fraser family was fantastic, she would’ve wanted to go back.”


The more she said, the more agitated she became. Her face flushed bright red. “Did she? She never mentioned the Fraser family. What does that mean? It means she doesn’t want to go back there.”


Right in the middle of their conversation, someone knocked on the door.


The maid walked out from the kitchen, about to open the door, when Fae stopped her. “Go ahead with your work. I’ll open the door.”


With that said, she walked out of the living room, passed the courtyard, and opened the front door.


A tall man in his early thirties stood by the doorway. He looked flawless, and the firefighter uniform he had on made him look righteous.


Fae was not a fool. She sneered, realizing that the man in front of her was none other than Lochlan.


Speak of the devil.


“Mr. Fraser. I’m sure you’re not here for no reason. What brings you here to my humble abode?”


Lochlan pursed his lips. “Mrs. Field, is Charlotte staying in your house?”


“I don’t know who Charlotte is. I only have a Lottie in my house, and she’s my goddaughter. I don’t know if Mr. Fraser knows her or not.”


Fae’s words stunned him.


She had revealed Charlotte’s identity.


Instantly, Lochlan paled. He muttered in disbelief, “Mrs. Field, Charlotte is a member of the Fraser family. When did she become your goddaughter?”


He sounded anxious.


Swiftly handing the gift in his hands to Mrs. Field, he requested, “Please let me see her.”


Fae withheld the fury in her. “The Frasers are a reputable family. I won’t accept your gift as I have done nothing for you. It’s best that you keep it for yourself. I won’t decide for my daughter about meeting you. I’ll have to ask her for her answer.”


“No need. I don’t want to see him.”


Just as Fae turned around, she heard Charlotte’s soft voice coming from the living room.


She had been standing by the doorway of the living room, and she overheard Fae and Lochlan’s conversation.


When Joseph was talking to Fae, she was hiding in a corner by the stairs.


It would be a lie to say that their words did not move her.


She had never thought that the Field family would welcome her like this—to see her as one of their family members.


Charlotte only met them by chance; the Field family and she were not related by blood.


Yet, they treated her with utmost gentleness. Most importantly, they treated her with basic respect.


The Fields asked for her opinion on everything that involved her, and they listened to what her thoughts were.


It was genuine respect, and not everyone could do it.


“Lottie, come back with me!” Lochlan shouted from outside the house, “I’ve thought it through. Even if you’re disfigured, I won’t abandon you. I’ll treat you as well as I did before. Lottie, have you forgotten about it? The happy moments we had together. Won’t you regret leaving me?”


Every word from Lochlan was an iron ball crashing into her heart.


The pain was unbearable.


However, the image of his shocked look at the restaurant back then had been seared into her mind.



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