The Contract Said No Strings Attached (Charlotte) novel Chapter 9

Samuel, William, and Michael are all here—so does that mean the eldest brother’s here too?

Just then, the family patriarch, George, pulled out his phone. “Rebecca, look, here’s Matthew,” he said, tapping to start a video call.

On the screen, a man appeared—remarkably handsome, exuding an air of effortless elegance and charm.

His deep voice came through, apologetic but warm. “Becky, it’s me—Matthew Thomson. I’m sorry, I’m tied up with something important right now. As soon as I’m done, I promise I’ll come home to see you.”

He didn’t elaborate on what was keeping him away. George simply added, “Matthew’s work is classified—government business. He can’t say more.”

Years ago, Mrs. Thomson had given birth to four sons—two in three years, then four in six. Every time, she’d hoped for a girl. Still determined, she’d persuaded Mr. Thomson to try for a fifth child.

That time, at last, she’d had her long-awaited little girl.

But on the day her daughter was born, disaster struck—a fire broke out at the hospital. Flames devoured the building, and her precious baby girl was believed to have perished in the blaze.

Since then, Mrs. Thomson had been inconsolable. She wept day after day and never tried for another child.

Now, to discover that her beloved daughter was alive after all—there were no words for the storm of emotion in her heart. Overcome, she said, “All of you, please leave. My sweet girl has just woken up—she needs to rest.”

At her command, the men quietly filed out of the room.

Tears shimmering in her eyes, Mrs. Thomson gazed at Rebecca with joy, clutching her daughter’s hand tightly. Her voice trembled, “Darling, I’ve finally found you. I’ve missed you so much, my precious girl.”

Moments later, the maids entered, each carrying a swaddled infant. They lined up, revealing four tiny faces to Rebecca.

The babies looked identical, like they’d all been cast from the same mold. Each one had rosy cheeks and dazzling, gem-bright eyes that sparkled with innocence—like little angels sent from heaven.

Rebecca’s lips curved in a faint smile as she gazed at her children.

She’d been unconscious since giving birth, so she still didn’t know if her babies were boys or girls.

She tried to lift her arm to reach for them, but her whole body felt weak and heavy, her strength completely gone.

With effort, she managed to lift her eyelids and asked softly, “Mom, are they boys or girls?”