The Cherished Wife

"What do you mean by that?" Maxwell frowned deeply.

Charles remained composed. "It's nothing complicated. It's just that I've been your grandson for more than 30 years, yet you still don't understand what I want. Whether or not she's Kelly doesn't matter. What matters is that she's mine. There's no comparison between them. Kelly has never measured up to her."

"Y-You're deliberately trying to anger me, aren't you?" Maxwell's expression darkened with rage.

"What's so special about that woman? All she has is a face identical to Kelly's. You can have any woman you want. Plenty of daughters from respected families are a perfect match for you. Noelle's family... She's not worthy of you at all."

"You're right about being unworthy. I'm the one unworthy of her," Charles interrupted calmly.

"You..." Maxwell's anger rose further, and he was unable to find the words to say.

Nelly's background so quickly, it seems you're very concerned. Since you've already discovered her family history, you must also know by now that there's no

stood, slipping one hand into his pocket as a faint smirk formed on his lips.

Maxwell sprang to his feet,

was thorough, driven by her uncanny resemblance to Kelly. He once adored Kelly

had already caught wind of the drama between Winter and Janet, but what stood out most was the quiet presence of Noelle, who unnerved both Clarisse and

between Winter and Janet stirred a lot of chaos, Maxwell could not ignore Noelle's involvement. When he later discovered her connection to the

do you mean by

I

me to my grave?" Maxwell raised his cane, ready to strike Charles