The Cherished Wife by Chweety

"Outrageous!" Clarisse was furious at Charles' words. "Is this how you speak to me?"

Charles remained silent.

Clarisse sighed. "You won't return to the Hoffman residence, so I had no choice but to come find you."

Hearing Clarisse's softened tone, Charles smirked with disdain. "Mother, you must be mistaken. I've always been this way. Grandpa and Dad never found any issue with it."

"That's them. They don't care about you, so naturally, they don't mind if you return or not. But Charlie, I'm your mother."

"Oh, you remember now you're my mother? When I needed your care, you weren't there. Now that I don't need it, you show up." Charles' tone turned cold, his face showing impatience.

"I'm working. If you have business matters, schedule an appointment with my secretary. For personal matters, wait until after work!"

"Charles!" Clarisse gritted her teeth. "I didn't come to discuss this. You should know I wouldn't come from Capiton to Brookville if it weren't for you."

abruptly, looking at Clarisse coldly. "You were fine in Capiton. Don't come again without

discuss something. Your marriage to Janet can't be

after her graduation. It's been a year, and you've shown no sign of action. Charlie, you

it again, Mother. I've never

Uncle Milo like her so much, why don't

insolent child, what are you saying?

Charles put one hand in his pocket and glanced sideways

face, a flash of disgust crossed his eyes. "I won't hold the past against you, Mother, but

peacefully with me, your son, you'd better

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