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.

to glare at Mateo in the study, gritting her teeth. "Look at

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

me wrong back then. He's my son too.

of Mateo, did she not? Now, she and Mateo were at odds, and even her son

indeed sorry for what happened back then,

her by your side since she was little. I thought she would

do you

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

all ladylike behavior, Clarisse