The Cherished Wife

Charles' gaze darkened, his entire demeanor radiating coldness. "You can try."

"Do you think I won't? Bring that woman here right now! I want to see for myself what makes her so special-or is it just that you can't let her go?" Maxwell barked through the phone, his anger palpable. Charles ended the call and looked up at Noelle and Nancy.

Sensing something was off, Noelle asked with concern, "What's wrong? Did something happen at the company, or is it the Hoffmans?"

"It's nothing. Just a minor issue," Charles replied calmly, though his tone hinted otherwise.

He turned to Nancy. "Aunt Nancy, I need to head back to the residence for a bit. Would you and Nelly be alright going home on your own?"

Nancy instantly grasped the situation and glanced at Noelle before nodding. "Yes, that's fine. I'm feeling a bit tired anyway and could use some rest."

"Good. I'll have Ronald come and take you back shortly," Charles said.

I can take care of Aunt Nancy," Noelle insisted. She was concerned by how

Nancy not feeling well. Stay here at the garden house for a bit. Ronald will be here soon." Charles dialed Ronald's number and gave him

straight to the Hoffman residence. By the time he arrived, the atmosphere there was heavy, like the air before

his car pulled up, James rushed to open

a brief nod. "Is Grandfather

are here as well." James glanced

nothing as he

eyes fell on him, his expression darkening

coat and handing it to James. He scanned the room, noticing that Mateo, Henry, and even

Maxwell, who was seething,

floor. "Don't play dumb. The household staff saw her. She was in

think everyone here