Charles's POV:
I took James back to the Moore mansion.
The moment we got out of the car, Grandma walked over to welcome us.
She rushed to James and hugged him with eyes brimming with tears.
"My dear James, you're finally back! Let me have a closer look at you."
James froze in Grandma's arms. It seemed that he did not know what to do, so he looked at me for help.
"Dad..."
My heart ached to see James wary of his own great-grandmother. So with a gentle smile, I stroked his hair. "James, this is your greatgrandma. Do you remember her now?"
Upon hearing this, James turned around and threw himself into Grandma's arms.
"You're such a precious little boy. I'm so happy that you're back." Grandma burst into tears now that her great-grandson was in her arms once again.
Meanwhile, Grandpa, who was standing behind Grandma, patted James on the head and tearfully said, "I, too, am happy that you're back."
Grandma gazed at my son with longing. "This child grows quite fast. I haven't seen him for a year, but he has grown up."
At this time, my mother rushed over with red and teary eyes. She took James from Grandma's arms and coaxed him for a while.
"James, I'm your grandma. Do you still remember me? You were still a baby when you left us. My dear child, can you call me Grandma?" James stared at my mother for a long time. Everyone held their breaths as they waited if he would call her "Grandma" or not. To their astonishment, the little boy suddenly laughed and shouted, "Mom!"
All of a sudden, the world seemed to have quieted down, and all I could hear was James shouting "Mom!" in the background.
My heart began to ache again. Although this reunion should bring joy to me, I did not feel anything but desolation.
"Mom, please take care of James. I need to rest." With that, I went upstairs with heavy steps and heart.
The moment I entered my room, I collapsed on the bed, both physically and mentally exhausted. This very same room was filled with good memories with Scarlett. But now, it was empty and lonely.
I massaged my forehead as I felt a headache coming on. My mind was buzzing because of what I had seen earlier. The memory of when Scarlett nestled in William's arms kept crossing my mind over and over again.
Later that night, a knock came at the door.
It was my mother. She had come to my room to bring my dinner.
"Charles, are you alright?"
"I'm fine. Just a little tired," I answered in a hoarse voice.
She placed the tray of food on the table. But instead of turning around to leave, she stared at me for a moment and then asked, "Charles, is Scarlett really with William?"
"Yes. Scarlett and I are over."
A deafening silence filled the air.
A few moments later, my mother sighed and said, "Maybe this is what they call 'fate'. You and Scarlett are not destined to be together. Charles, for the sake of your sanity, don't force her to come back anymore. It's best if you two live your own separate lives in the future."
Her words echoed in my ears. It was not until this moment that I realized that my relationship with Scarlett was really over.
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The next few days went by in a blur. I was like a zombie—barely getting by. I just did my routine just like I always had.
I would go to work in the morning as the CEO of the Moore Group and come home in the evening as James's father.
Nothing changed in my daily life. That was until I saw Nancy loitering around my car one day.
She was wearing a white chiffon dress, and her long dark hair was tied up with a green lace hairband. The hemline of her dress danced in the wind, making her look like a blooming little white flower.
"Come here," I ordered.
The moment Nancy saw me, her eyes lit up, and she quickly walked up to me.
"Charles, you're off duty!" she exclaimed.
There was undisguised admiration in her eyes as she looked at me.
Ironically, the woman whom I had just known for a short time would wait for me no matter how long. On the other hand, the one whom I had devoted my heart to had chosen to abandon our child and me. She must be in his new man's arms right now.
In that case, why should I restrain myself? I looked at Nancy and asked with a faint smile, "Are you waiting for me?"
She blushed and lowered her head shyly. "Yes."
"Alright then. Get in the car."
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