The Cherished Wife

"Get rid of it!"

Milo picked up his phone as another text from Ronald came in. "We received this information just a short while ago. Someone sent Ms. Baker these pictures the night of New Year's Eve, and it was after seeing these pictures that she lost control of her emotions and

accidentally injured Mr. Mateo and Madam Clarisse."

Milo pursed his lips, his brows knitted so tightly together that they were practically in a knot. He stared intently at the contents of the message, unable to stop himself from trembling violently. "That child's face!"

"Sir?" Hogan noticed something amiss about the look on Milo's face. "Is something wrong?"

"Nothing. Continue keeping watch on Charles. I'm leaving tomorrow, but update me if you have any news."

phone and hurried

he left and waited until he was gone before he retrieved his phone from his pocket

"How did it go?"

he saw those pictures and seemed absolutely terrified. Looks like a child isn't an unfounded claim!" Hogan stared at the teacups on the table as he spoke and frowned slightly. His gaze landed on the tea spattered across the table. "What

he wants to know about Mr. Charles so badly,

smirked and hung up the phone before he turned toward Charles. "Mr. Hoffman. Hogan reported that Milo freaked out after

papers before him before snapping

Hoffman. These are the pictures I was referring to. I got Lareal to tamper with them based on the facial structures of Janet, Milo, and the rest of the Baker family. Don't they bear a

pictures look so convincing, and they really resemble..." Ronald did not know how to continue that sentence. His gaze had landed on that

corner of his lip curved upward as he propped his chin with one hand