The Cherished Wife

"Clary!" Maxwell cut in, shaking his head with a hint of disapproval. "You can't talk to Joseph like that! Remember, he's the one who saved Layla's life. We, the Hoffmans, owe him for that." Joseph bobbed his head eagerly. "You always see the bigger picture."

However, Clarisse just huffed, her eyes rolling over Joseph with clear contempt, and she did not spare Maxwell or Mateo either. "Hold on, it was Henry's family who racked up that debt, not us. Layla's not even a Hoffman anymore. She's Jordan's problem now. If you're looking to settle scores, you're barking up the wrong tree!"

Joseph's cheeks burned with embarrassment. "Madam Baker, that's not fair!"

"Look, it's not your place to tell me if I'm right or wrong. Our opinions don't matter here. If you've got a problem with how things are being handled, take it up with Charles. I'd love to see how he plans to thank you for your 'kindness"!" Clarisse said.

"Joseph." Maxwell let out a weary sigh. "My daughter-in-law might not have the sweetest way with words, but she's not wrong. I'm not the one in charge anymore, it's Charles who has the final say. However, I can assure you, what she offered is what you'll get. Are we clear?"

The Hoffmans were a tag team, one playing the sympathetic ear, the other laying down the law. No matter how thick-skinned he was, Joseph could not bear the humiliation and left with a storm brewing inside, his fury with nowhere to go.

Clarisse let

dear," Maxwell replied with another sigh, turning to James. "Let's return these gifts. The Hoffmans don't need these trinkets."

exhaustion, excused himself to rest. The grand living room was

her go, a mix of

spread like wildfire that Joseph had stormed off to the Hoffman family's ancient abode, and Ronald spilled

as a ghost. Your mom's got some serious game!" Ronald's tone was a mix

He snapped the file shut. "Let's roll with this. Ping Peter and

frowned, confused. "We haven't

"Start of next month."