The Charismatic Charlie Wade

Zara was stunned.

She never would have imagined that her once-lazy and carefree brother could undergo such a transformation in just six months.

The arrogant, domineering young man she knew had been replaced by a humble and determined man.

Her heart, still heavy with worry, was suddenly filled with relief and joy.

As they drove through Aurous Hill Old Town, they reached the house where Charlie had lived with his parents when he was young.

The once old and worn-down house was now completely new.

Deana had put a lot of effort into renovating and rebuilding the old house, bit by bit.

Although everything looked the same as it did back then, it felt like time had been pulled back 20 years.

Living in this house was a relaxing and peaceful experience for Deana.

She spent her days reading books, drinking tea, practicing calligraphy, and tending to the flowers and trees in the yard.

She was content with this simple life.

During this time, Fitz had been on his pilgrimage and Zara was often busy with work, leaving Deana alone in the house.

But for her, the solitude was satisfying.

Despite her worries for Fitz, Deana knew that Charlie was punishing him for his mistakes.

Charlie was not one to take things lightly, but she had faith that he would protect Fitz.

Her confidence in Charlie was not just based on her understanding of him, but also on her knowledge of his father, Bruce.

Bruce was a man who used both kindness and power, who spared his enemies who were not deserving of death.

Though the journey to that temple was long and dangerous, with Fitz eating and sleeping in the open, Deana was confident that Charlie would bring him back safely.

Her trust in Charlie was not misplaced, and he did bring Fitz back alive.

Despite forcing Fitz to go on a grueling pilgrimage, Charlie was still secretly instructing the Wade family to protect him.

right, when she overheard her daughter ask Charlie to let her brother attend her father’s wedding, she knew Charlie wouldn’t refuse. So, with a change of clothes, a set of toiletries, a jar of warm water, and a hearty meal,

of brakes outside, she couldn’t help but burst out the door, barely

outside, both Zara and

waiting behind the wrought iron gate, he couldn’t hold back the tears that welled up in his

she too felt the sting of emotion

moment, Fitz pushed open the gate and hurried

to his knees, tears streaming down his face,

her son’s crestfallen appearance, but when he suddenly knelt down to admit

feet, her voice choked with emotion, and

You did nothing wrong.

Mom never blamed you.”

same perspective on Fitz’s decision as her

wealthy family was akin to living in

and sister; he was

was a completely understandable course of action, and

at home and abroad, numerous heirs to wealthy families and royal bloodlines had turned against their kin due to their interests, and such situations had become

ground, tears streaming down his face, Fitz spoke

of my mother and younger sister and only thought about my

inhumane and unrighteous, unfaithful and

you did what you did, and I don’t blame you

done, he continued to speak

is wrong! I can’t use my actions

have chosen to stand by my mother and sister, and I could have fought for

prioritize my own

that, I am

sigh, and then spoke in a serious tone,

That’s what counts.

a person who knows right from wrong, you’re living up to your name,

a relief for me

short, my son,” she

just kneel

that, let’s sit down for a hearty meal and

voice to her mother’s,

easy for you to come back, so

away his tears