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.

this change had occurred, but by the time she noticed, it was already too late to

weren't. How long do you plan to

was sitting beside her, could sense her anger. How could

rested his long fingers on the armrest of the couch as his sharp eyes grew cold. "After all,

speak to me like this? You should know why I left back then. It

he pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly. A flash of impatience crossed his eyes. "I don't want to

my son. Do I need a reason

me enough now, Mother? I'm doing fine." He stood up. "I need to go

stood up, saying, "Charles, Aunt Clary misses you. You rarely visit Capiton, so she came to see

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