Chapter 518 If You Don't Like Him, You Just Don't

I was worried she might spill the hot soup on herself, so I took it from her and fed him myself. Once we were done, we were all worn out. Not wanting to stick around Lucas any longer, Charlotte and I headed out to the yard. Charlotte always seemed to act older than her years, often preferring her own company. I crouched down next to her and asked with a smile, "Hey, kiddo, how old are you?" "Eight," she said. That caught me off guard. She looked more like she was four or five, not eight. That explained her mature demeanor. "Eight already? Are you in school yet?" I tried to play with the pebbles on the ground like she did, but it quickly lost its charm for me. She shook her head, her gaze downward, lost in thought. After a pause, she said softly, "I'll start after the flood season." I had forgotten that there were no schools in the village. The kids here had to cross the river to go to school in another village. I nodded, feeling a pang of sympathy for her. She had not experience