The Cherished Wife



Tania's face turned pale. "I... How is that possible? That can't be!"

"Impossible?" Charles chuckled, placing Brandon down from his lap. "Brandon, how about you go look for your Aunt Noelle?"

"Okay!" Brandon seemed in a good mood as he slid off Charles' lap and ran off to the kitchen.noveldrama

Charles stood up. "Come with me to the study."

Tania felt uneasy, especially with what Charles was saying, which echoed some of the strange things Noelle had mentioned earlier in the day. Tania knew that with Charles' abilities, finding someone should be an easy task. If Charles said he could not locate her, then...

"Take a look at this!" Charles opened a drawer and pulled out a yellow folder, handing it to Tania. "These are some of the leads I've gathered over the past three years while searching for you.

"According to these, you've supposedly been to countless countries. My men have been looking for you in each of those places. Now, tell me, who could be skillful enough to fool both me and Peter for three years?"

"I..."

"If I hadn't resorted to certain methods this time, I doubt even Aunt Nancy's condition would've been enough to bring you back."

Tania looked stunned. "Charles, this... can't be real. I didn't go anywhere. After leaving Brookville three years ago, I went straight to Carvonia. In Carvonia..."

"You got married and had a child?" Charles' eyes turned cold. "Who is this person you supposedly married? Trevon Holmes?" His voice dripped with sarcasm. "Is he also from Brookville?"

"I..." Tania hesitated for a moment. "He treats me well. He helped me when I was at my lowest."

"What does he do?" Charles interrupted her. "And did you really marry him?"

Tania fell silent, unable to respond. Charles stepped forward and patted her shoulder. "Now that you're back, take some time to really think about what you've been doing for the past three years."

He paused. "And your adoptive father..."

Tears welled up in Tania's eyes as she said, "He passed away. He was always in poor health. I'm unfilial. couldn't be with my biological

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parents, and even with my adoptive father... His dying wish was to return to Brookville."

"And what about his remains?"

"I had him cremated and brought his ashes back. I'm planning to bury him in his hometown after my mom's surgery."

Charles nodded. "In the meantime, stay at Phoenix Tree Residence. Let Noelle help take care of Brandon."

He looked at Tania's conflicted expression, his own gaze darkening. "Think it over carefully. When you're ready, tell me who Trevon really is."

...

After dinner, Noelle finished tidying up the guest room and making arrangements for Tania before heading to the study. Charles was still busy when she entered holding a cup of tea. He waved her over. "How's Tania?"

"She's putting Brandon to sleep," Noelle replied with a smile. Just mentioning Brandon made her expression soften. "Charlie, Brandon is so adorable! And did you notice he looks a lot like Peter?"

Charles nodded. "Mm."

"You think so too?" Noelle's smile brightened. "Tania says he's not Peter's son, but Brandon is just so cute I can't help but melt every time I see him. Even though he's adorable, when he's not smiling, he really does resemble Peter!"

"You like Brandon, don't you?" Charles asked, noticing the way Noelle's eyes lit up when she talked about the boy.

Noelle nodded enthusiastically. "I

love him! Don't you? His little face looks so soft and squishy. Let me tell you a secret-when we were in the kitchen earlier, I couldn't resist pinching his cheeks a few times. They're just so irresistibly squishy!"

"You cheeky girl!" Charles teased, gently pinching Noelle's nose. "If you keep that up, you'll scare poor Brandon."