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!"

should

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

to discuss something. Your marriage to Janet

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

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

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

are you saying? Janet is your Uncle Milo's

child." Charles put one hand in his pocket and

pale face, a 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 more,

to coexist peacefully with me,

the intercom. "Becky, get security up