Charlette’s P.O.V. (Continued)
Mom looked at me with a tight smile on her lips.
“I…. I brought some snacks for you,” I told her while moving the tote bag towards her.
She looked at the bag and understood what exactly I meant.
“No need. Keep these with you and have them if you feel hungry, okay?” she instructed, and my heart sank.
What she wanted to say was that I might have to use that gun.
She smiled again and patted my cheek lightly before jogging back to the electric cart.
“Let’s go,” Emanuel said to me in a low voice.
Mona was still standing behind me, clutching my hand tightly.
Surely, she also got the hidden meaning of my mother’s statement, but she didn’t know what I had in the bag.
“Is mom any trouble?” I asked Emanuel in a very low voice while walking towards his car wit
