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!"

to discuss this. You should know I wouldn't come from

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

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

a year, and you've shown no sign

understand, I'll say it again, Mother. I've never touched her. Even if she were to stand naked before

if you and Uncle Milo like her so much, why don't Uncle Milo

child, what are you saying?

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

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

peacefully with me, your son, you'd

the intercom. "Becky, get security up