The Cherished Wife

Janet's face turned pale upon hearing this. She bit her lower lip hard and looked at Charles with pitiful eyes, then turned to Clarisse. "Charles, I know you're in a bad mood. I won't hold it against you." Charles let out a cold snort. He merely glanced at Janet before turning to go upstairs. Seeing Charles go up, James quickly followed. "Mr. Charles, I've prepared the tea. Where would you like it?" "Have someone bring it up. I need to speak with Dad and Uncle Henry," Charles said, his cool voice softening slightly.

Hearing Charles' conversation with the butler, Clarisse's eyes flashed with sharpness as her fingernails dug into her palm.

Janet's face was not any better. She hurried to Clarisse's side and helped her sit down. "Aunt Clary, has Charles... Has he really not forgiven me? But I... Aunt Clary, what should I do?"

Clarisse was also in a foul mood. No one would feel good being treated this way by their own son, especially when he showed more respect to a servant than to her. How could Clarisse accept this?

Looking at Janet, Clarisse's eyes showed a hint of pity. "Don't be afraid. Charlie is still my son. He'll listen to me. I'll take care of things between you and Charlie. Since he did those things to you back then, I won't let him act recklessly. Don't worry!" "Thank you, Aunt Clary!" Janet clung to Clarisse's arm, resting her head on her shoulder. "Aunt Clary, I wish you were really my aunt."

your aunt, wouldn't that make you

lip and nodded pitifully. "You're right, Aunt

time to resolve this matter. I'll definitely give you an

"Thank you, Aunt Clary!"

knocked and entered the room where Mateo and Henry were discussing business. Henry waved him over. "Charlie,

walked in, followed by James, who set up the tea set. Once everything was arranged, he

down and calmly began to prepare tea, not interrupting Mateo and

talking business, they did not want to ignore Charles, so they quickly wrapped up their conversation. "Your mother came. Did