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.

handle what you need to. I can take care of Aunt Nancy," Noelle insisted. She was concerned by

well. Stay here at the garden house for a bit. Ronald will be here soon." Charles

left immediately, driving straight to the Hoffman residence. By the time he

up, James rushed

a brief nod. "Is Grandfather

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

he walked past James and

house was palpable. The moment Charles entered, Maxwell's sharp eyes fell on him, his expression darkening when he saw that Charles had come

and even Chloe were present. Chloe gave

Maxwell, who was seething,

the floor. "Don't play dumb. The household staff saw her. She was in your car when you came to pick

think everyone here