The Cherished Wife by Chweety

Maxwell's withered eyes were unusually sharp. "Oh? Have you finished your discussion? It's been a while since I've seen you. Why don't you stay for dinner tonight?" Maxwell was no fool. Clarisse had arrived in the morning, and Charles came in the afternoon.

Whatever business Charles had with Mateo and Henry could have been resolved at the company. The only explanation was that Clarisse wanted to see Charles. However, years of estrangement could not be thawed in a day. Clarisse had left Brookville and the Hoffman family many years ago, rarely returning.

This time around, she even brought Janet back with her. Anyone could see her intentions. It was no wonder why Charles was angry.

Charles' brows furrowed slightly, but he did not refuse. "Let me help you downstairs, Grandpa."

"Alright," Maxwell agreed.

Meanwhile, Clarisse stood at the doorway, watching Charles ignore her existence as he went downstairs with Maxwell. She felt a surge of frustration that she could not express.

She turned to glare at Mateo in the study, gritting her teeth. "Look at how well you've raised your son! I'm his mother, his birth mother."

you, but you chose to leave. Besides, Charlie isn't a child anymore. He has his own thoughts and views. Even

don't forget, you did me wrong back then. He's my son too. Would I do anything to hurt

Brookville

her son did not sympathize with her. She was also a victim of what happened back

for what happened back then, but Clary, you know the truth better than I

turned

young. You raised her by your side since she was little. I thought she would learn your

what do you

We should go down for dinner." Mateo did not want to continue this

aside all ladylike behavior, Clarisse hurried

who had