But she couldn't think much anymore, full of tension and anger, ready to erupt like a volcano.
Atlas Hallow was surprised when his phone rang; what was Charlotte Miller calling him for at this hour?
Was she really expecting him to come at her beck and call?
Impossible, Atlas smiled faintly; she was truly drunk that day. If she were sober, she would never have done something like that.
Alcohol could certainly make people act differently, as shown clearly with Charlotte. There was a chance to have a drink with her someday.
With a hidden smile, his slender fingers slid to answer the call.
Charlotte couldn't control her emotions; her voice was trembling with anger, and the term "illegitimate daughter" pierced her heart like a knife.
She didn't want any filthy words to be directed at her daughter.
Her daughter was the purest, most complete, and most independent individual; no one could harm her.
