Chapter 14 Too High–maintenance
Charlotte didn’t dwell on it.
She resolved not to care about his well–being any longer.
Arthur caught her glancing at him, and his expression shifted slightly. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but she quickly looked away, her eyes aloof.
Arthur clenched the documents tightly, irritation surging inside him.
The atmosphere in the car grew tense.
Soon, they arrived at the Harrison Villa.
Charlotte stepped out and waited for
Arthur to lead the way.
Mindful that others saw her as someone with memory loss, she couldn’t show any flaws around him; otherwise, he would make her life difficult and refuse to agree to the divorce.
Arthur strode in, with Charlotte following closely. They found Jennifer sitting on the couch, sipping coffee.
“Mom, you wanted to see us?” Arthur asked.
Jennifer set her cup down and glanced at Charlotte. “You mentioned you lost your memory. How much do you remember?”
Charlotte took a seat on the couch. “I don’t recognize any of you anymore,” she replied.
Jennifer frowned. “So you told Julius you didn’t want him?”
At this, Arthur cast a sharp, cold gaze at Charlotte.
She had actually said something like that to their son?
Was she crazy?
Jennifer’s disapproving look intensified, and Arthur’s glare was icy, as if they were judging her for a grave sin.
Charlotte found the reactions absurd.
When she had devoted herself to caring for them, they had been dissatisfied. Now that she was exhausted from it all, they still wanted to criticize her.
They were so high–maintenance.
Remaining calm, Charlotte replied, “He’s my son, but he’s quite rude. While I was in the hospital after my accident, he was busy thinking about another woman. Why would I want such a son? To torture myself?”
Jennifer slammed her hand on the table in frustration. “Charlotte, that’s out of line! You’re Julius’s mother! He’s only five years old. Don’t you worry about the harm your words may cause him?”
Arthur’s expression darkened. “You told him you didn’t want him over such a trivial matter? Charlotte, you’ve really gone too far.”
Even if she had lost her memory, Julius
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was still her son, and she used to love him dearly. How could she say that?
Charlotte felt her anger boiling.
A trivial matter?
This kind of matter happened every time Julius returned home.
He was indifferent towards her, treating her with coldness and showing no respect. He had never relied on her and even despised her role as a housewife, thinking it brought him shame.
Once, she had passed by the study and overheard a conversation between Arthur
and Julius.
“Dad, why is Mom home all the time? My friends‘ parents all have jobs and are
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successful. I don’t think that’s good,” Julius had said.
Arthur had replied, “She doesn’t need to do anything as my wife.”
Julius had shot back, “But she has no self–worth at all. I’m embarrassed to have
her as my mom.”
“Enough. Go study,” Arthur had responded, not scolding Julius for his disrespect, merely telling him to focus on his schoolwork.
Charlotte had stood at the door, stunned and deeply upset by the exchange.
