Little Grace was dumbfounded. For her, the thought of losing her parents had never even crossed her mind. She held Charlotte tightly, unable to say a word.
John Brown sighed and said, "Little Grace, Charlotte has been really upset these past two days. Try to spend more time talking with her."
"Oh." Little Grace nodded instinctively.
"Charlotte, I'll wait for you at the school gate. If you want to go out with your classmates, I'll leave. If you don't, we'll head home later."
Charlotte let go of Little Grace, wiped away her tears, and said to John, "Uncle, I'm heading in now."
"Go ahead. I know you're strong, Charlotte. We don't need our classmates' sympathy."
Charlotte wiped her eyes again, holding back her sobs, and said, "I'll definitely stay strong." But tears still betrayed her, sliding down her cheeks.
"Go on, Uncle will be at the school gate. You can call me if you don't see me."
"Mm!" Charlotte nodded again before walking inside with Little Grace.
