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!"

her teeth. "I didn't come to discuss this. You should know I

should go back!" Charles stood abruptly, looking at Clarisse coldly. "You were fine in Capiton. Don't come

came to discuss something. Your marriage to Janet can't be delayed any longer. You're not getting any younger,

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

I'll say it again, Mother. I've never touched her. Even if she were to stand naked before me, I wouldn't be

marrying her, if you and Uncle Milo like her so much, why

what are you saying? Janet is your Uncle Milo's

daughter of an old flame, not his biological child." Charles put one hand in his pocket and glanced

flash of disgust crossed his eyes. "I won't hold the past against you, Mother, but I thought you'd show more. restraint. I don't want to say

to coexist peacefully with me, your son, you'd better not entertain

"Becky, get security up