The Cherished Wife

"Outrageous!" Clarisse was furious at Charles' words. "Is this how you speak to me?"

Charles remained silent.

Clarisse sighed. "You won't return to the Hoffman residence, so I had no choice but to come find you."

Hearing Clarisse's softened tone, Charles smirked with disdain. "Mother, you must be mistaken. I've always been this way. Grandpa and Dad never found any issue with it."

"That's them. They don't care about you, so naturally, they don't mind if you return or not. But Charlie, I'm your mother."

"Oh, you remember now you're my mother? When I needed your care, you weren't there. Now that I don't need it, you show up." Charles' tone turned cold, his face showing impatience.

"I'm working. If you have business matters, schedule an appointment with my secretary. For personal matters, wait until after work!"

discuss this. You should know I wouldn't come from Capiton to Brookville if it weren't

abruptly, looking at Clarisse coldly. "You were fine in Capiton.

Janet can't be delayed any longer. You're not getting

agreed you'd marry her after her graduation. It's been a year, and you've shown no sign of action.

I'll say it again, Mother. I've never touched her. Even

like her so much, why

child, what are you saying? Janet

his biological child." Charles put one hand

won't hold the past against you, Mother, but

want to coexist peacefully with me, your son,

"Becky, get