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."

aunt, wouldn't that make you and Charlie closer

nodded pitifully.

time to resolve this matter.

"Thank you, Aunt Clary!"

where Mateo and Henry were discussing business. Henry waved him over. "Charlie, you're

Charles walked in, followed by James, who set up

down and calmly began to prepare tea,

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