The Cherished Wife

"Sorry," Henry interrupted Clarisse, his gaze somewhat cold and distant. "This is your and Mateo's personal affair. It's hard for an outsider like me to say anything." "Outsider?" Clarisse's face paled slightly, becoming tinged with bitterness. "Henry, you're actually saying that we..."

Henry said pointedly, "Clarisse, we should go down for dinner. You haven't been to Brookville in a long time. The Hoffman residence's chef isn't the same as before." With that, Clarisse's expression grew even more unpleasant.

Then, Clarisse watched Henry leave while standing motionless with her fists clenched, staring blankly at his retreating figure.

Janet stood nearby for a while, not fully understanding Clarisse's earlier words. However, just thinking about how Charles treated her made her upset.

"Aunt Clary, you must help me. You watched me grow up, and you know how I feel about Charles. Kelly used to be in the picture. Now that she's gone, why won't Charles accept me?"

crossed her mind.

sat together, leaving two seats next to Mateo for Clarisse and Janet. Clarisse's gaze first fell on Henry and Nancy before moving to Mateo.

adjusting Nancy's sleeve, paused briefly. A sense of coldness flashed across his

as ever, Clarisse. I'm still the one with a sickly body, still troubling Henry

as if she was making small talk. Nonetheless, Clarisse's facial features nearly

him, but Chloe arrived with Anna in her arms. "Mother, what brings you here this

to be held by

her next to him. Meanwhile,

gathering today. How lively!