The Cherished Wife by Chweety

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?"

again. Even Janet, who was sitting beside her, could sense her anger. How could Charles not

as his sharp eyes

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

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tiredly. A flash of impatience crossed his eyes. "I don't want to dwell on your affairs, Mother. It's been so

felt helpless. "You're my son. Do I

enough now, Mother? I'm doing fine." He stood up.

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

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!" Janet fearfully

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

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