The Cherished Wife

"What's your view on it?"

"Your mother seems unaware of the situation, but it's likely she knows more about Kelly's matter. Your uncle is definitely hiding something from her, and it's probably related to Janet. As for that child... I believe the child does exist." Charles raised a hand. "Go and find out. Do we still have contacts in the Capiton from three years ago?"

"We do, Mr. Hoffman," Ronald replied with a smile, recognizing that Charles was serious this time.

Charles had always avoided harsh actions as long as there was room for compromise. For the sake of his connection to Clarisse, he had refrained from taking drastic measures. However, since the Bakers had now decided to force his hand, Charles was not going to hold back.

"I'll gather our contacts and start working in Capiton. But what about your mother?" Ronald asked cautiously, mindful that Clarisse was still connected to the Bakers.

Charles' lips curled slightly. "Do it. You don't need to worry about that." Since Milo had chosen to leave Clarisse with the Hoffmans, there was no need for hesitation.

away," Ronald replied before

and dialed the Hoffman residence's

had not caused any trouble recently. With Henry's

Charles stood quietly for a moment

comedy, laughing so hard that she rolled across

casually against the stair railing, with one hand resting on the banister. He tapped his slender fingers rhythmically, watching Noelle with amusement. It was not often he saw her behave so childishly, and it brought a rare smile to his face. Sensing a gaze on her, Noelle turned her head and spotted Charles standing there. There was a gentle smile

smoothing her hair in embarrassment. She shifted to sit properly on the couch. "Are you done with

leave just now."

to her side. He sat down and took her hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. "What are you

They settled in together on the couch, with Noelle resting her head against Charles' arm. Her

her. Every time she chuckled at the scenes his expression softened. After a while, he asked quietly, "Why