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!"

discuss this. You should

stood abruptly, looking at Clarisse coldly. "You were fine

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

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

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

like her so much, why don't Uncle Milo

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

biological child." Charles put one hand in his pocket and glanced sideways at

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

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

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