"Of course it's you. Have you forgotten I said I'd replenish your birthday gift? If there's a birthday gift, there must be a cake," Gavin said indulgently.
While talking, Mr. Turner had already taken the cake out of the fridge.
"Yes, indeed, that was a birthday celebration foreigners arranged for you; how can it compare to ours!" Mrs. Turner agreed, standing up to personally light the candles for her before turning off the lights.
The elderly couple approached her with the cake, as Mrs. Turner took on the role of singing the birthday song.
Charlotte's tears, just having been stopped, couldn't help but fall again.
What virtues did she possess to encounter such a wonderful family, who didn't hold her past against her, not even blaming her for the state their son was in, and still being so good to her to the point she felt guilty accepting it?
Under the candlelight, Charlotte's tears streamed down her face.
