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?"

sitting beside her, could sense her

long fingers on the armrest of the couch as his sharp eyes grew cold. "After all, your

You should know why

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lowered his gaze as he pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly. A flash of impatience crossed his eyes. "I don't want to dwell on your affairs, Mother. It's been so long, and there's no point in pursuing

felt helpless. "You're my son. Do I need a reason to come

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

stood up, saying, "Charles, Aunt Clary misses you. You rarely visit Capiton, so

but he swiftly dodged her. His piercing gaze

stare. "Charles, what's going on with you? Aunt Clary

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a family matter of the Hoffman household. As an outsider, it's best if you don't

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