The Gates family estate.
Charlotte was lounging on the sofa, with Anthony keeping her company.
The rest of the Gates family was bustling about in the kitchen.
"Didn't Roger say he was going to pick you up?"
Samantha set a plate of sliced apples in front of Charlotte, her voice soft and maternal. "Where is he?"
Charlotte opened her mouth to reply, but the sudden crunch of tires in the driveway interrupted her.
A moment later, a maid's startled voice rang out from the foyer.
"Mr. Roger, how did you get so soaked?"
At the commotion, everyone instantly looked toward the entrance.
They watched as...
Roger strode in, utterly drenched from head to toe, looking like he had just walked through a hurricane.
"What on earth happened?"
Samantha shot up from her seat, her heart aching for her son. She frowned. "Didn't I tell you it was going to pour today? I specifically put an umbrella in your car before you left!"
"I forgot it."
Roger casually brushed off his soaking wet pant legs. He looked up, spotting the two people on the couch who were now watching him with immense amusement. His lips tightened instinctively. "I'm going upstairs to shower," he stated, his composure flawless.
Forgot it?
Watching her son retreat up the stairs, Samantha's brow furrowed. Her motherly instincts were tingling.
"Roger's memory is a steel trap; he never forgets anything," she muttered to herself. "He didn't pick up Charlotte, and he comes back looking like a drowned rat. If he didn't go to Kingswood University, what kind of trouble did he get into?"
Charlotte blinked, deciding not to cover for him. "He did go to Kingswood."
"He went to Kingswood?"
Samantha was confused. Anthony was the one who brought Lottie home.
Then it hit her. Her eyes went wide with realization.

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