Charles waved his hand dismissively. "No need. I'll go upstairs later. Just have someone prepare some tea. Do we still have this year's new tea?"

"Yes, we do," the butler, James, replied with a delighted expression. "I'll prepare it right away and bring it up to you shortly, Mr. Charles!"

Charles nodded and turned to find a seat far from Clarisse. "Why did you come back this time, Mother?"

Clarisse's expression changed slightly, but she quickly regained her composure. "What do you mean by that? This is still my home. Do I need to report to you when I come back?"

Charles' thin lips curved into a slight smile, his eyes carrying a hint of coldness. His relaxed posture contrasted starkly with Clarisse's proper and reserved demeanor.

about her son's attitude toward her. She could not pinpoint when this change had occurred, but by the time

you weren't. How long do you plan

beside her, could sense her anger. How could Charles not feel

his sharp eyes grew cold. "After

can you speak to me like this? You should know why

the bridge of his nose tiredly. A flash of impatience crossed his eyes. "I don't want to dwell on your affairs, Mother. It's been so long, and there's no point in pursuing it further.

Do I need a reason to come see

Mother? I'm doing fine." He stood up. "I need to go upstairs to speak with Dad. I won't disturb you

Aunt Clary misses you. You rarely visit Capiton, so she came to

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