The Big Shot's Movie Star Wife Is Beautiful and Sassy

Chapter 597: 540: Doing More Harm than Good

Chapter 597: Chapter 540: Doing More Harm than Good
In the end, the Clark family and the Lane family decided that Kevin Clark would accompany Charlotte Lane to stay at the Lane’s house for a few days, after which Aunt Cruz would accompany her to the Clark Manor.

Since it was the elders’ intention, Charlotte Lane didn’t have any objections.

However, both William Lane and Kevin Clark were adamant about not allowing her into the laboratory.

The Clark family didn’t know about Charlotte’s physical condition, so they remained silent. After all, since the Lanes pampered their daughter, they wouldn’t dare to interject.

Everyone on the Lane’s side was aware of Charlotte’s physical condition.

She had initially had no chance of getting pregnant, but had suddenly become pregnant. Even though everything seemed fine now, they were still afraid she would encounter problems.

So, the Lane family didn’t say anything, but tacitly supported William Lane.

Seeing that none of the others were speaking up, Charlotte turned her gaze towards Old Master Lane.

Her grandfather would understand her.

But upon receiving her plea for help, Old Master Lane silently shifted his gaze, lowering his head to pick at his fingernails.

Charlotte Lane: “…….”

All alone, she had to face the world.

“Now… shouldn’t everyone be considering my feelings?” Charlotte looked at them and said.

Everyone was silent.

Charles Amos sat next to her and gave her a sympathetic look.

“What if…I become depressed?” Charlotte continued.

William Lane seemed to be loosening up a bit.

But Kevin Clark’s eyes quickly saw through her pretense.

Charlotte leaned back on the sofa, pulling her hand out of Kevin’s grasp, and said, “Fine.”

Kevin looked at his now-empty hand, wanted to grab her hand again, but Charlotte avoided it.

Kevin Clark: “……”

On their first night at the Lane family’s house.

In the study room, Charlotte Lane, Kevin Clark, William Lane, and Olivia Lane were gathered together.

Charlotte told William her idea about solving the problem of 319.

After listening, William asked, “You memorized so much data?”

“I was worried that Edward Kirsten would blow up the laboratory,” Charlotte said, showing no emotion as she drank some weirdly sour soup that Aunt Cruz had brewed for her. “First, try this method. It’s just a guess. The experiment might not work.”

Kevin said, “Theoretically, it should be possible.”

Olivia sat next to her, watching her drink, and curiously took a sip. It was so sour that her facial features twisted.

“The current guess is based on ideal conditions in all aspects,” Charlotte said, stroking Olivia’s head. “There may be deviations in practice.”

“I’ll start testing with my team tomorrow,” William said.

Charlotte nodded.

Olivia didn’t understand and sat between William and Charlotte, resting her head on the table as she listened to them talk.

Four people in the study room chatted until half past ten. In the end, William even brought out his computer to start analyzing the data.

Just as the clock struck half past ten, while Charlotte was talking, Kevin said, “It’s too late.”

Charlotte looked up at the clock on the wall. “It’s just half past ten.”

William saved the data and closed the computer. “It is too late. Let’s get some rest early.”

Charlotte Lane: “?”

Kevin took her hand and returned to the room.

When they got to the room, Charlotte stood at the door, staring at Kevin.

“What’s wrong?” Kevin asked.

Charlotte hesitated for a moment, then said, “Nothing.”

After that, she entered the restroom to wash and take a bath. When she came out, Kevin blew her hair dry for her.

After drying her hair, she lay down on the bed and closed her eyes.

Once she was in bed, Kevin Clark began to clean up, finishing up and then lying down next to Charlotte Lane, gently holding her in his arms.

During the night, Charlotte sensed Kevin gently moving in his sleep, and then grabbing her wrist, his fingers lightly resting on her pulse.

And it wasn’t just once that he checked her pulse throughout the night.

In the many nights that followed, Kevin Clark always did this.

If Charlotte Lane turned over, he would wake up. If she went to the restroom in the middle of the night, he would wake up. Even if she slept soundly, he would still wake.

Once awake, he would check Charlotte Lane’s pulse to make sure she was okay.

After staying at the Lane Family home for a few days, Charlotte Lane finally moved into the Clark Manor.

And the first thing Charlotte Lane did when she arrived at Clark Manor was to turn Natalie Wayne to her side.

As a mother, Natalie Wayne gave birth to Kevin Clark when she was an older maternal patient, and she is also a highly skilled doctor.

She knows best whether or not Charlotte Lane can work.

On the first day of being turned, Natalie Wayne earnestly tried to guide the anxious Kevin Clark.

On the next day, when Natalie Wayne saw that her guidance had no effect, she began to scold him.

Then, early morning on the third day, after breakfast, Natalie Wayne had someone surround Kevin Clark.

She was going to personally take Charlotte Lane to the research institute.

“Mom, what are you doing?” Kevin Clark looked at the people surrounding him in three layers.

“You dare to try fighting them,” Natalie Wayne said calmly.

Charlotte Lane stood beside Natalie Wayne and cast a sympathetic look at Kevin Clark.

Kevin Clark looked at Charlotte Lane without speaking, but his eyes were pitiful, fierce, and anxious.

“Kevin Clark, what you’re doing is considered confinement and a restriction of personal freedom. Be careful, I may file a complaint against you and send you in,” Natalie Wayne warned.

Elina Clark stepped back, and while she felt sorry for her son, she dared not speak up. She tried to minimize her presence so as not to be affected.

However, just as she had feared, she was still involved.

“You and your father have the same character! That broken gene of your father’s has skipped a generation and passed on to you!” Natalie Wayne yelled.

Elina Clark: “……”

Finn Clark accidentally laughed out loud while watching the scene.

Elina Clark immediately hit him in the leg with a cane.

Finn Clark limped away from her while gasping in pain.

Charles Amos watched coldly from the side.

Kevin Clark had a dark expression. Actually, he had planned to take Charlotte Lane to the laboratory today.

“I don’t think you are doing this for Charlotte’s sake,” Natalie Wayne said, getting angrier. “You’ve passed on your anxiety to her, restricting her freedom and leaving her with nothing to do all day. Can she be in a good mood? Can her emotions be stable? You are the most dangerous factor! Think about it at home, don’t follow us. We’re leaving.”

Kevin Clark watched Charlotte Lane turn away and leave, and instinctively wanted to follow. But Calvin Stewart thought he was going to fight and immediately squeezed into the crowd, grabbing him.

Although Calvin Stewart was his sister-in-law, in Kevin Clark’s eyes, she was half a mother.

She had taken care of him half of the time when he was a child.

So naturally, Kevin Clark respected and listened to her.

Kevin Clark watched as Charlotte Lane disappeared from his sight.

Calvin Stewart let the people surrounding them back off and held Kevin Clark’s wrist, fearing that he would run away. She patiently advised, “Kevin, relax. Look at our family, with so many people. None of us have ever had any problems during childbirth.”

After she said this, Kevin Clark couldn’t help but glance at Finn Clark, who was rubbing his leg, and Charles Amos, who was watching him rub his leg.

Calvin Stewart hesitated for a moment and quietly swallowed.

Finn Clark paused for a moment and said, “Harris Kirsten had health issues. She had trouble getting pregnant in the first place, and although she was closely monitored throughout her pregnancy and nothing happened, but…”

Not finishing his sentence, Kevin Clark removed Calvin Stewart’s hand from his wrist and turned to run outside.

Finn Clark and Calvin Stewart looked at each other. “Did I… say something wrong?”

With an expression of having made matters worse, Calvin Stewart said, “Did I… end up not helping?”