The Cherished Wife

"You..." Maxwell never imagined Charles would speak to him this way. "Are you serious? Aren't you afraid I'll strip you of your authority? Aren't you worried I'll take away your right to inherit the Hoffman family?" Charles turned fully to face Maxwell, his gaze calm and unwavering. He stood tall, looking down at the older man.

Once ruthless in his youth, Maxwell now showed signs of aging, though his sharpness remained.

"Of course, I'm serious." Charles' tone was indifferent, almost lazy. "But it seems you've underestimated me, Grandfather."

"What do you mean by that?"

"All these years, do you really think I care about becoming the head of the Hoffman family?"

Charles shot a sideways glance at Mateo. "Dad, Uncle Henry, take good care of Grandfather. I have other things to attend to, so I'll be going."

"Charles, I won't recognize that woman. The Hoffman family will never accept her!"

he straightened his back further. "I already told you I don't

how tense things had become between Charles and Maxwell, quickly chased after

preventing him from getting inside. "Charlie, how could you speak to our grandfather like

an unreadable expression, his gaze cold and distant. Chloe felt uneasy under his scrutiny and rushed to explain, "Dad asked

of the Hoffmans means that your wife must be someone capable of supporting

Noelle Shaw?

but in her eyes, Noelle was not fit to become the matriarch of the Hoffmans. It was not that she was prejudiced but that the family had rigorous

to assist them

But if you stand with the Hoffmans, I won't oppose you.

and she bit her lip lightly. "We're family. Why does it have to

desire for the position of head

and slid inside, giving Chloe one last glance. "Jordy avoids getting involved in family matters, and Anna