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!"

come to discuss this. You should know

abruptly, looking at Clarisse coldly.

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

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

"If you don't understand, I'll say it again, Mother. I've never touched her. Even if she were to

you and Uncle Milo like her

you saying? Janet is your

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

you, Mother, but I thought you'd show more. restraint. I don't want to say more, but ever agreed to this

me, your son, you'd better not

intercom. "Becky,