Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 440 "We're family, of course | care about him." Charlotte's tone was calm, matter-of-fact. She paused for a moment, thinking as she answered Ethan's question. "As for what it feels like to have siblings... it's knowing that no matter what happens, you're never truly alone. When you're happy, someone shares it with you. When you're hurt or sad, just thinking of them gives you some support. "Don't let him being my little brother fool you. If someone bullied me and he knew, he'd confront them-even if he's shaking in fear himself.

When my dad used to hit me, he stood in front of me." Charlotte spoke so casually, as if recounting everyday life. But even as she spoke, Ethan couldn't help but notice the warmth in her voice. Perhaps it was the stillness of the night, the quiet hum of the car, the slight rustle of the wind-it made the heart pay attention. Her relationship with her brother sounded nothing like the scheming, interest-driven "family loyalty" he knew from his own household. Ethan fell silent for a long moment. Then he let out a humorless ---- laugh "Sounds... nice.

So this is what they mean by 'the kids from poor families stick together,' huh?" Charlotte caught the sarcasm but didn't mind. "Yeah. Poverty made us close." Ethan's face went pale. The topic ended abruptly. Seeing him flustered, Charlotte felt a quiet sense of satisfaction. After a while, Ethan asked abruptly, almost out of nowhere, "Is your mother good to you?" "Mm." Charlotte glanced at him. "Of course she is. My mom is the best mother in the world." "Heh." Ethan laughed outright. "The best?

Your mom is so poor she can barely take care of herself-and you call her the best?" "Ethan, maybe you think the best mother is measured by money. But not for me. | love my mother, and she loves me deeply. She is the best mother in the world." Her voice cooled. Ethan's ridicule had clearly touched a nerve, and she couldn't help but elaborate. "Maybe my family isn't wealthy, and my mom's life is hard-but even when she's sick, she takes care of me and my brother so ---- well. She'd endure the pain herself, saving money for our school fees, buying me my favorite foods.

"Before | graduated, | didn't even know she was sick. She never complained in front of us. She never demanded anything from us. With her love and encouragement as my guide, no matter how life is, Christopher and | can face it courageously... That's the wealth my mother gave me. That's everything she has. "Maybe a rich mother can take care of her children well. But even a mother who isn't rich, who isn't extraordinary, can raise her children just as well. Isn't that a kind of greatness?" Ethan froze. He hadn't expected quiet, reserved Charlotte to speak so passionately when provoked.

Her words unsettled him in a way he hadn't anticipated. He had always measured life with money and status, unable to grasp the purity of emotion. Watching her, cheeks slightly flushed, eyes rimmed with faint pink, he realized for the first time how harsh-and shallow-he had been He pressed his lips together and let out a faint, sheepish snort. "alright... alright... My bad. | take back what | said."