The Cherished Wife

Upon hearing that, Milo's expression froze. He had not expected to be at a disadvantage so soon. Whenever he tried to be indirect with Charles, Charles would play the same game but even better. Milo could not figure out where Charles got that trait, but one thing was certain it was far from endearing.

Milo could not just admit it. He would give up his last bit of leverage if he admitted Janet was sick. That was a no-go.

Charles was as cool as a cucumber since he was not the one needing a favor. He was curious to see how far Milo would go for Janet.

He had always pegged Milo as a calculative man. Janet was his first love's child from a fling with another guy. Despite her having her mom's knockout looks, her illness was a hard fact.

Charles brewed some coffee and checked the time. "Uncle, shouldn't you be visiting my mom instead of hanging out here and wasting time?"

rage. "Spill it. What's your

mountain out of a

to stay calm.

want to see your daughter, just go. Why come to me? I'm confused!" Charles slid a cup

hospital, but they won't let me see her. That's your handiwork, right?" Milo was livid. "She's your sister, for crying

up, unfazed. "Why are you

that was when Charles set his coffee cup down, leaned back, and casually tapped the table like he had all the time in the world. "What's wrong

Ms. Baker has been away for too long. It's not good for

face twitched at the words. "You're right. I'm planning to take Janet back