Sweet Twins novel Chapter 47

"Don't bother with it. If you really liked it, we can come back tomorrow." Charles knew nothing about packing unfinished food because he never did it before. But it didn't mean that he liked wasting food.

If he treated the woman he loved to a meal, he'd feel uncomfortable if he still had to pack unfinished food.

"But that's worth 30,000," Nancy said feeling sorry for the unfinished food.

"Well, it's just 30,000. Let's go," Charles said gently with a smile as he held her hand.

"You really are a child from a rich family so you've never developed the proper concept of valuing money. If you have experienced being poor, you'd understand what I mean and you wouldn't say that," Nancy explained with a hint of self-pity.

Her eyes suddenly looked sad as if she remembered a painful time in her life. If he only knew that she was in so much despair before. When she badly needed money to get treatment, but no help was in sight. If only he experienced the same thing as she did, would he still be willing to spend thirty thousand for a meal?

"So, you've experienced being poor before? Tell me about it, then," Charles said gently. He truly wanted to know more about her, but he also didn't want to make her feel pressured to reveal her past to him.

And when he saw a bitter smile on her lips, he felt like it was what he expected to see.

"Well, let bygones be bygones."

But her words immediately quashed his curiosity, and he felt uncomfortable about it.

He decided to let it pass and thought for a while. He then turned to Nancy with a meaningful look in his eyes. "Nancy, I know your mother is in the sanatorium. Since we have nothing to do this afternoon, we can go and visit her together this afternoon instead. What do you think?"

Since she got back, she'd become so busy with work and her children patients that she rarely had the time to visit her mother. "I'd like that. Thank you," she replied gently to Charles as she nodded.

"It's nothing," Charles replied back with a smile.

They drove out and eventually arrived at the sanatorium.

It was an old and poorly-maintained sanatorium. The paint was chipping off the walls and dried up vines were scattered here and there.

"This place... ...doesn't look too good," Charles commented as he looked around the sanatorium grounds and the building.

"You're right. I'm planning to move mom to a better sanatorium. I haven't set anything up yet but Doris and I are already looking for one."

The true reason why Clark and Jill chose that sanatorium was because it was cheap. Her mother has been in this sanatorium for ten years. And since Nancy now had some financial capability herself, she wanted to move her mother to a better sanatorium.

"Just leave it to me." Although he was cautious in investing in hospitals, he had been engaged in various charities like building schools, nursing homes, welfare homes and so on.

"That's very kind of you, Charles, but..." Nancy started to say while she blushed, but Charles interrupted her gently.

"It's really not a big deal," Charles said with a smile.

The corridor was narrow. Nancy stepped aside after they entered and made a welcoming gesture. He smiled and walked ahead of her.

She felt happy as she watched his tall figure. She felt that if there was anything difficult or dangerous that would happen to him, he would always be able to overcome them without too much problem.

'Can I rely on him?' Nancy wondered, looking dazed.

"Well, come on!" Charles turned around and stretched out his hand to Nancy as they reached the corner of the hallway.

He was surprised to see Nancy staring blankly at his back.

Charles had been used to the adoring and envious stares of women. He never gave these stares much importance in the past. But this time, he was secretly pleased by the fact that Nancy was looking at him.

"Does my back look well enough?" Charles teased with an impish smile.

"There is nothing there to look at." Nancy was flustered, but readily held out her hand to his outstretched hand.

Charles held her tightly in his. A grip that felt reassuring to her.

The warm touch of Charles' hand in her hand made her heart beat faster. She turned to him and he had a mysteriously charming smile on his face as he looked back at her.

'Well, this man is really good at flirting with women!' Nancy thought to herself.

They soon arrived at the door of room number eight on the second floor. She suddenly had second thoughts of letting Charles into the room. She was suddenly afraid of her mother seeing him.