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!"

teeth. "I didn't come to discuss this. You should know I wouldn't come from Capiton

Clarisse coldly. "You were fine in Capiton. Don't come again without

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

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

Mother. I've never touched her. Even if she were to stand naked before

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

are you saying? Janet is your

flame, not his biological child." Charles put one hand in his pocket and glanced sideways

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

want to coexist peacefully with me, your son, you'd

intercom. "Becky, get security up