Charlotte's smile vanished instantly, her eyes quickly reddening. She spoke softly and weakly: "Uncle, do you not like me anymore?"
James Brown was startled and hurriedly said, "How could I not? Charlotte, you're so adorable. How could I not like you?"
"But you do those kinds of things with Sister Emma, so why won't you do them with me? You just don't like me. I don't even have parents now, and if you don't want me, then I'll have no one to love me anymore… sob…"
James Brown, after these past two days, had gotten a bit sensitive because of Charlotte. Seeing she was about to cry, he quickly said, "Don't cry, don't cry. How could I not love you? It's precisely because I love you so much that I don't want you to get hurt."
"You're lying. You always say that. You just don't like me anymore. You think I'm a burden, and you don't want to care about me anymore." Charlotte wiped away her tears as she spoke.
