The Cherished Wife

Maxwell's withered eyes were unusually sharp. "Oh? Have you finished your discussion? It's been a while since I've seen you. Why don't you stay for dinner tonight?" Maxwell was no fool. Clarisse had arrived in the morning, and Charles came in the afternoon.

Whatever business Charles had with Mateo and Henry could have been resolved at the company. The only explanation was that Clarisse wanted to see Charles. However, years of estrangement could not be thawed in a day. Clarisse had left Brookville and the Hoffman family many years ago, rarely returning.

This time around, she even brought Janet back with her. Anyone could see her intentions. It was no wonder why Charles was angry.

Charles' brows furrowed slightly, but he did not refuse. "Let me help you downstairs, Grandpa."

"Alright," Maxwell agreed.

Meanwhile, Clarisse stood at the doorway, watching Charles ignore her existence as he went downstairs with Maxwell. She felt a surge of frustration that she could not express.

her teeth. "Look at how

been open to you, but you chose to leave. Besides, Charlie isn't a child anymore. He has his own thoughts and views. Even I

He's my son too. Would I

at odds, and even

lips together. "I am indeed sorry for what happened back then, but Clary, you know the truth better than I

I thought she would learn your grace and dignity, but.."

what do you

getting late. We should go down for dinner." Mateo did

behavior, Clarisse hurried