Fifty Seven

Charles was beyond baffled.

That his mother would go even as far as that surprised him really. But then, she attempted to get rid of his father, should he really be so shocked?

"Charles..." Isabella softly called him and he felt so guilty. He felt terrible that Isabella suffered a bruise on her heart when Daphne showed up at their door. The woman's presence took her back to a time she was pregnant with his child, the time she suffered a loss. And it was his fault. His mother just had to be the crazy type.

Not wanting her to see how guilty he felt, he faced the other side of the room and heaved a deep sigh. Truthfully a part of him was relieved. Relieved that he wasn't the father to Daphne's unborn child. That could have messed up everything.

"Charles talk to me." His wife's hands went around his waist and her head rested gently against his firm back and he shook once again with guilt.

His head hung, he whispered, "What could I possibly say Bella? Because of my mother..."