The Cherished Wife by Chweety

Chapter 832

Peter had spent his life accustomed to solitude, embracing cold independence. However, from the moment he met Tania, he could not imagine being apart from her. Leaving her was never an option. Nancy frowned. "So, you're here to ask me to bring Tania back?"

As a daughter raised in the Naylor family, Nancy was sharp and perceptive. She did not miss much.

Peter nodded. "It's been three years. I've been searching for Tania all this while, but she won't see me. Even with all the connections I've used, I haven't been able to find her. You're her mother. Surely, you..." "Have you ever considered that maybe Tania doesn't want to be found?" Nancy's voice was calm but piercing.

Peter's hand trembled slightly, and a flicker of discomfort crossed his gaze.

This man, who had always carried himself with pride and certainty, now faced a dilemma for which he had no answer to and no clear path forward.

Throughout his 30-plus years, Peter had always lived with the belief that he could achieve anything through effort. Failure or rejection had never seemed real.

Nancy paused as she observed his expression. "Let it go, Peter. If you've managed without Tania for three years. It shows that life goes on without her."

"I never thought she'd leave me." Peter's voice was low, almost a whisper. He gave a bitter smile. "I won't give up. I'll wait for her no matter how long it takes. There's no one else for me. Even if I can't have her, I'll still wait." His words hung in the air, unanswered. Nancy remained silent, and Peter understood. Her disapproval of him ran deep.

their child. In the

said respectfully, "If you truly don't know where Tania is, I won't bother you further.

sigh. "Why must it be Tania? You have a bright future ahead of

for her for this long, and

else.

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turned and left. Nancy clenched her hands as she watched him walk away, her heart

quiet room, steam swirled gently from the kettle, the sound of boiling

a long while before she looked away. When Charles and Noelle returned,

glance, trying to understand what had transpired. Charles pressed his lips together as a plan formed in

Kon

both cups of tea. "So, your invitation to come

head with

sip of tea. "I doubt this was your idea. I imagine it

your Uncle Henry