Farewell To My Endless Love novel Chapter 293

Charles' POV:

"William? Why?" I asked.

Spencer fell silent for a moment. Then, he said, "William said that he wanted to see you."

Hearing that only infuriated me. William had already taken Scarlett away. Did he still want to show off in front of me?

"He wants to see me, huh? Did he mention why?"

"He didn't say anything in particular. He just wanted to talk to you about Scarlett," Spencer stammered.

My heart skipped a beat. 'What happened to Scarlett?'

"William told me that he and Scarlett are getting along well with each other," Spencer continued.

Suddenly, my heart felt like it was being cut open by a knife and the pain overwhelmed me.

As I held my phone in my trembling hand, all my strength was being drawn out of my body.

While I was still mourning over the loss of my son, James, Scarlett had begun a new life.

A bitter smile appeared on my lips. All sorts of complicated emotions plagued my heart; sadness and jealousy among them. And I felt so conflicted. I didn't want to accept that this was truly happening.

"William is lucky that he can have the best woman in the world. He's obviously trying to provoke you, Charles. Why don't you accept his challenge?" asked Spencer.

"I think you're the one who's trying to provoke me, Spencer."

After hanging up on him, I sensed that something ominous was coming.

'What is William's purpose? Is he just trying to show off? Is this his way of claiming sovereignty?

Or is he... trying to persuade me to divorce Scarlett?'

I went back to the Moore mansion with a heavy heart.

As soon as I entered the house, I saw my grandmother on the sofa, sobbing.

She had aged a lot ever since James fell to the depths of the sea.

Upon seeing me enter the living room, she wiped away her tears and stood up, albeit with difficulty. She then walked over to me and held my hand.

"Charles, I've been having dreams about James lately. Do you think he's still alive? The police never found his body. Is it possible he can still be saved?"

My heart ached when I saw the hope in her eyes. "Perhaps," I muttered, looking down, fearful of staring into her eyes.

"Charles, I want to see Scarlett. Can you get her back? Please."

Grandma held my hand tightly. And for a moment, I didn't know what to tell her.

After pondering on it, I said bitterly, "Grandma, let's not disturb her new life."

Tears streamed down her eyes again, and she looked even sadder now.

"I just want to know if Scarlett is doing well."

Once more, I failed to give an answer.

I had no idea that my mother had been eavesdropping outside the door. At this moment, she walked in and said, "Perhaps I should visit Scarlett instead. I'm an elder. William wouldn't be heartless enough as to kick me out, would he?" "No. Never bring this up again," I said before I turned around and walked away.

"Charles, are you really okay with never seeing Scarlett again for the rest of your life?"

my mother asked the second she caught up to me.

"Don't you get it, Mom? Scarlett doesn't want to see us again!"

"She's not that cruel," she replied.

"So? Does that mean it's okay for you to take advantage of her kindness and keep pestering her?"

My mother was rendered wordless.