The Cherished Wife



Mateo and Henry understood who Charles was talking about. They had watched Charles and that woman grow up together, believing they were a perfect match, but she unexpectedly...

"But Kelly..." Mateo began.

"Dad, you don't need to worry about my affairs. I know what I'm doing. If you have time to spare, you should manage my mother instead," Charles interrupted.

Mateo's eyes darkened as he sighed. "Your mother's situation isn't easy to handle. Years of resentment can't be undone so simply. Her purpose for returning is clear. Do you think she came back for me?"

"Then you should understand that no one can force me to do anything, whether it's Kelly or J," Charles set down his teacup with excessive force, causing tea to splash out.

Mateo's expression tightened. "But your mother..."

"Capiton is her family, the Baker family's, domain. If she likes it there so much, tell her to go back. It's better if she doesn't return!"

Suddenly, a noise came from outside. Charles frowned, stood up, and opened the door to find J standing there.

Her face was pale. Beside her was Clarisse, who was equally pale. "Charlie, you..."

"Charles, do you really hate me that much?" J asked.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

Charles' imposing aura filled the room, emanating a chilling atmosphere. His thin lips were pressed together, a sign those who knew him recognized as anger. Yet, J seemed oblivious to the warning.

She rushed forward, grabbing Charles' hand. "Charles, you know how I feel about you. How can you say such things? You and I... That time in Capiton, you clearly..."

"Get away!" His expression turned icy and terrifying as he shook off J's hand. "Although you're not truly a Baker, I thought years in that cultured household would have taught you better.

"But now, I see that even with a gilded exterior, you're as base as your mother." His piercing gaze swept over J's pale face before he turned to Clarisse.

"Oh, the Baker family's esteemed daughter, failing so miserably at raising an illegitimate child. Mother, if you'd rather accept someone as lowborn as J instead of Liliana, perhaps you should return to the Baker family and never set foot in Brookville again."

"You insolent t child!" Clarisse was shaking with anger. She immediately slapped Charles across the face. "How dare you speak to me like this? I'm your mother! It was your father who betrayed me, not the other way around!"

Charles fixed Clarisse with a bone-chilling stare. "Is that so? Mother, do you really think I'm a three-year-old who knows nothing?"

"You..." Clarisse stumbled back, cowering under Charles' fierce gaze.

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Seeing this, Charles let out a cold laugh. "I'm not Dad. My tolerance isn't as high as his. I'll say it once more; it's best you don't interfere in my affairs. No one can decide my marriage for me. If you don't believe me we can go ahead and test that theory."

Charles brushed past Clarisse but saw Maxwell leaning on his cane at the top of the stairs.

"Grandpa," Charles called out.

Maxwell nodded. "Charlie, you're here? When did you arrive?"

Charles smiled as he replied, "Just now. I was discussing some matters with Dad and Uncle Henry."