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!"

this. You should know

stood abruptly, looking at Clarisse

bit her lip. "You... I came to discuss something. Your marriage to Janet can't be delayed any longer. You're not getting any

marry her after her graduation. It's been a year, and

Charles' expression turned completely cold. "If you don't understand, I'll say it again, Mother. I've

Milo like her so much, why don't Uncle Milo marry her

what are you saying? Janet

daughter of an old flame, not his biological child." Charles put

he saw her pale face, a flash of disgust crossed his eyes. "I won't hold the past against you, Mother, but I thought

peacefully with me, your son, you'd better not

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