What Happens in Chapter 342 Miss The Kids – From the Book Farewell To My Endless Love
Dive into Chapter 342 Miss The Kids, a pivotal chapter in Farewell To My Endless Love, written by MacXimi. This section features emotional turning points, key character decisions, and the kind of storytelling that defines great Romance fiction.
Alice's POV:
I felt very lonely after the kids were taken away.
I would wake up every day, missing the kids, but when I couldn't see them, my heart felt empty.
And after about a week later, I just couldn't take it anymore.
I approached Christine, and suggested that we go to see the kids.
"No, I don't want to go there. I am sure that if I did go there, Scarlett will only pester me to convince Charles to divorce her!" Christine rejected my suggestion instantly.
"In the worst case scenario, you just might have to continue to pretend to have a headache! The kids haven't seen you in such a long time and I am sure that they miss you a lot!" I continued to persuade her.
"Do you really think Scarlett doesn't know that I'm just pretending to be ill? And I am really embarrassed to put up this act! So I am not going! If you want, you can go on your own!" Christine snorted, it was evident that she was not moved by my words at all.
"Charles started a mess with his wife, and now he is expecting us to clean up after him! How can he make us elders worry about him?" I couldn't help but complain.
"Scarlett is also not that easy to be swayed away. She is really a smart woman!" Christine frowned, and she was really dissatisfied with Charles for getting ridiculed.
"Forget it. I'll go on my own, then." I didn't want to persuade her anymore. After taking a bottle of tonic with me, I left the house in a hurry.
Just when I was about to reach Garden Street, I called Charles and informed him that I was going to see the kids.
"Why are you telling me when you are only going to see your own grandsons?" Charles asked in reply.
"This is all your fault. You couldn't even handle Scarlett, and you're the reason I was separated from my grandkids!" I blamed him.
"I wasn't planning on letting the kids live in the Moore mansion for the rest of their lives, anyway. You were going to be separated from them sooner or later. As for Scarlett, I will handle her. You don't have to worry."
After arriving at Garden Street, I did not knock on the door, because Charles had already given me the password.
However, I was surprised to find that the door did not open even after I entered the password.
With a frown I figured that I must have entered the wrong number, so I quickly tried again.
But the door continued to remain locked.
Seeing that, I realized that something must be wrong.
The password was the wedding date of Scarlett and Charles. How could I have entered that wrong?
Just when I was about to try it again, the door suddenly opened from the inside.
"Mrs. Moore, you are here." Janet seemed to be a little nervous to see me.
"Did Scarlett change the password?" I asked her in a daze.
"Yes, she changed it a few days ago," Janet replied.
That made me feel a little uncomfortable, but I did not say anything to her.
As soon as I walked in, I saw James playing with his toys, alone.
The moment he saw me, he ran to me with a smile.
"James, my baby! I haven't seen you in such a long time. Did you miss me? Did you have fun here?" I then bent down to pick him up.
"Where are Jerry and Jason?" I asked with a worried expression, noticing that the twins were not around.
"They are sleeping in their room," Janet answered.
"Is Scarlett upstairs, then?"
"Yes. She needs to go back to the TV station, so she is getting ready upstairs. Tracy has gone up to inform her."
After giving her a nod, I continued to play with James.
Scarlett's POV:
By the time I walked downstairs, I saw Alice and James playing with Lego blocks.
"Mom." I hurried over to greet her.
Alice quickly held my hand, and we both sat down on the sofa.
"Scarlett, are you going to work now?"
Before I could finish my words, Charles explained, "Mom wanted to see the kids, and she asked me to come with her."
"Scarlett, I am the one who asked him to come," Alice echoed.
Hearing that, I glared that Charles, but I did not say anything.
"Where are the twins?" Charles asked at once after seeing that the twins were not in the living room.
"They are sleeping upstairs. Don't disturb them." Alice reminded him, worried that the kids might wake up.
Charles nodded in reply, and took James from her arms.
I couldn't help but feel a little upset, looking at the unexpected visitors in front of me.
Only three days ago when I had finished washing up and was about to go to bed, Charles had suddenly come here, saying that he wanted to see the kids.
After I had driven him away, I was worried that he might show up again, and that was the reason I had changed the password to my door.
"Mom, do you want to take the children back to the Moore mansion?" Noticing that I was upset, Charles seemed to have guessed the reason Alice was there.
"Yes, I miss the kids very much. I want to take them back to Moore mansion for a few days." Saying that, Alice give him a nod.
"Mom, you can come back later for that." Charles kept silent for a while before he started to persuade her.
Surprised by his gesture, I felt a little moved.
I actually thought that he would made me to let Alice take the kids. I was not expecting him to help me at all.
"Charles, I must take them back to the Moore mansion! You don't know how much it hurts me when I am not with them!" Alice gave us a stubborn look.
"Mom, Scarlett can't live without her children. She needs their company more than you do." Charles also felt helpless.
"I also need to be with the kids, and your father and grandparents also miss them a lot." Alice frowned and was about to persuade again, but Charles interrupted her in a serious tone, "You have to wait!"
Just when I was about to give in, I was surprised to see his tough attitude.
"You are so bossy! How can you yell at me?" Alice snorted with displeasure before she headed upstairs to see the twins.
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