The Cherished Wife

Charles gave Peter a reassuring pat on the shoulder before allowing him to enter.

Once inside, Peter found a seat and sat down. "Mom."

Nancy's expression shifted. "Mr. Lennon, it would be better if you just called me Ms. Nancy," she replied calmly. The way he had initially addressed her as "Mom" clearly made her uncomfortable. However, her composure kept her from voicing anything harsher. "Go ahead. Tell me what brings you here today. Since you managed to persuade Charlie, it must be quite important." Peter nodded, accepting the teacup that Noelle handed him. He gave a polite nod. "Yes, Ms. Nancy. I asked to meet you today because of Tania."

At the mention of Tania, Nancy's hand trembled slightly as she pressed her lips together.

Her face clouded with unease as she stared at Peter. "You and Tania ended things three years ago. I remember you two divorced."

"No, we didn't get a divorce," Peter said, his tone urgent but measured out of respect for Nancy's position.

not only Nancy but also Charles and

exhaled and set the teacup down. "In fact, Tania and I never went through with

her voice trembling slightly as memories of Tania's heartache flooded

if you didn't divorce back then, you've been separated for three years. By law, that's enough for her to request a divorce. And we all know what happened. "Peter, Tania chose to leave. That means she no longer wants to be entangled

at the corners of his mouth as he

shook her head

the business world, yet you come to an

her tone resolute, "If it concerns Tania, I won't get involved. Tania..." She glanced at Charles, who immediately stood and

I need to go over the accounts. We'll leave

shot Peter a warning look before taking Noelle's hand and guiding her