Charles' POV:
That evening when I was playing with James in the living room, I saw the news of Nancy's wedding broadcasting on TV.
"Dad, look!" James exclaimed, pointing at the TV.
When I looked up, I saw Nancy rushing towards Liam with a knife in her hand.
Subconsciously, I covered my son's eyes to avoid him from seeing it.
"Dad, what's the matter?" James asked in a puzzled tone.
"It's something not proper for kids to watch."
Even after hearing my advice, James pursed his lips, pulled my hand away from his eyes, and continued to point at Nancy.
"Dad, I have seen that woman! She has come to our house before! What happened to her? She looks so pitiful."
James widened his eyes as he turned to me with a curious look.
"James, everyone has to live their own life, and some people are lucky, while others are not," I explained bluntly with a sigh.
"Then you must be really lucky, Dad!" James said with a serious expression.
"Why do you think so?" I asked, amused by his
words.
"Well, it is because you have me, my brothers, and Mommy!"
James' voice was filled with pride as he looked at me and gave a firm nod.
I could not help but feel amused at heart. I reached out my hand and touched his nose lovingly while pretending to be upset.
"I made your mom angry before, and I still haven't gotten her back yet. What do you think I should do?"
"You should try harder to win her back, Dad!"
"Don't you want to help me, son?"
Narrowing his eyes with a serious expression, James began to think carefully.
"I will pray for you, and I really hope that she forgives you soon, Dad."
A sense of comforting warmth filled my heart when I heard my son's affectionate words.
I couldn't help but hug him. "James, you are such a good boy!"
At that moment, my mom walked up to us.
"Charles, I need to talk to you," she said in a serious tone.
"Okay." I nodded in reply.
"James, go upstairs to your room, okay? I need to talk to your grandma."
After giving me an obedient nod, he walked upstairs with the nanny.
My mom and I were alone in the living room.
"Charles, how is you hand now?"
Asking that, she tried to take my hand, but I quickly hid my bandaged hand behind my back. "Mom, don't worry. My hand has healed very well. It's all right now."
A short pause later, she withdrew her hand silently.
"I heard that you took the blue diamond necklace that I gave to Raina. Is it true that you cancelled the cooperation with the Hill Group too?"
Someone had clearly snitched to her.
"Yes," I replied in a calm voice.
My mom's expression changed at once and she became impatient. "Charles, how can you do that? I gave that necklace to Raina, but it didn't mean anything. It has nothing to do with her family, either. How could you go up against the Hill Group over a necklace? You really disappoint me, son."
My mom was a great woman. She was kind, soft -hearted, and credulous. I could not help but sigh in my heart.
"Calm down, mom. It's not like you think. Don't be so credulous," I advised her in a patient tone.
Once she was calmer, she turned to me and said earnestly, "Charles, I know that you still have feelings for Scarlett, and that's why you don't like Raina. But I pity Raina. Although she is Rita's twin sister, I don't think that they are the same..." "Stop talking about her," I interrupted her abruptly. "I know that you want me to give up on Scarlett, but I won't marry anyone but her. If you find it tiring to take care of three kids, then I'll hire more nannies to help you. I hope you keep your distance from Raina in the future."
After saying those words in a fret, I was about to leave.
"Charles! I don't care what you think, but I won't accept Scarlett. And I don't care whether Caroline is Scarlett or not, but I can't allow her to be Mrs. Moore."
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