The Cherished Wife



Charles waved his hand dismissively. "No need. I'll go upstairs later. Just have someone prepare some tea. Do we still have this year's new tea?" "Yes, we do," the butler, James, replied with a delighted expression. "I'll prepare it right away and bring it up to you shortly, Mr. Charles!"

Charles nodded and turned to find a seat far from Clarisse. "Why did you come back this time, Mother?"

Clarisse's expression changed slightly, but she quickly regained her composure. "What do you mean by that? This is still my home. Do I need to report to you when I come back?"

Charles' thin lips curved into a slight smile, his eyes carrying a hint of coldness. His relaxed posture contrasted starkly with Clarisse's proper and reserved demeanor.

Her expression darkened, and she felt powerless about her son's attitude toward her. She could not pinpoint when this change had occurred, but by the time she noticed, it was already too late to reverse it.

"Charlie, I'm still your mother!" Clarisse exclaimed.

Charles interrupted, "I never said you weren't. How long do you plan to stay this time, Mother?"

Her expression changed again. Even J, who was sitting beside her, could sense her anger. How could Charles not feel it?

He rested his long fingers on the armrest of the couch as his sharp eyes grew cold. "After all, your real home is in Capiton."

"You... Charlie, how can you speak to me like this? You should know why I left back then. It wasn't my fault!"

Charles lowered his gaze as he pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly. A flash of impatience

crossed his eyes. "I don't want to et

dwell on your affairs, Mother. It's

been so long, and there's no point in pursuing it further. What brings you here this time?"

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He pressed his lips together. "Have you seen me enough now, Mother? I'm doing fine." He stood up. "I need to go upstairs to speak with Dad. I won't disturb you further."

"You..."

J stood up, saying, "Charles, Aunt Clary misses you. You rarely visit Capiton, so she came to see you because she really misses you."

J then approached Charles and reached out to grab his hand, but he swiftly dodged her. His piercing gaze fell on her, as if he could see right through her.

"Charles!" J fearfully withdrew her hand, trembling slightly.

She reached out again but retreated once more as she was frightened by his cold stare. "Charles, what's going on with you? Aunt Clary is your mother. How can you speak to her like this? You weren't like this before."

Charles pressed his lips together. "This is a family matter of the Hoffman household. As an outsider, it's best if you don't interfere." "Charles, you—"

"Enough, Charlie," Clarisse

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intervened, unable to bear it any longer. "You may be angry with me but J hasn't done anything. wrong. She's your cousin. Can't you treat her better? J came all this way to see you..."

"If I remember correctly, she's merely Uncle Milo's adopted daughter. What does she have to do with me?" Charles retorted.