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."

back!" Charles stood abruptly, looking at Clarisse coldly.

her lip. "You... I came to discuss something. Your marriage to Janet can't be delayed any longer. You're not

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

Mother. I've never touched her. Even

you and Uncle Milo like her so

are you saying?

an old flame, not his biological child." Charles put one hand in his pocket and

against you, Mother,

still want to coexist peacefully with me, your son, you'd better not entertain such

"Becky, get

and Janet looked at Charles in

his laptop, and called Ronald, "Notify

his cufflinks. By then,