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.

no need, Charlie. Just go handle what you need to. I can take care of

house for a bit. Ronald will be here soon." Charles dialed Ronald's number and gave him instructions. "Alright," Noelle agreed reluctantly. While she

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

his car pulled up, James rushed to open the gate. "Mr. Charles, you've

a brief nod. "Is

Mr. Mateo and Mr. Henry are here as well." James glanced behind Charles. "Mr. Charles,

as he walked past James and went

fell on him, his expression darkening when he saw that Charles had come alone. "Where is that woman?" Maxwell demanded, his anger

noticing that Mateo, Henry, and even Chloe were present.

Maxwell, who was seething,

cane against the floor. "Don't play dumb. The household staff saw her. She was in your car

think everyone here is a