Mouther

Just as Charles was ready to understand the information in his mind, the door of his room was knocked again.

Charles put on his shoes impatiently and shouted:

"Who?"

Don't know why, the people who came to him these two days are almost the same as the sum of his previous years.

The waiter pushed the door open, and she politely bowed to Charles and respectfully said:

"Master Charles, your mother came to see you!"

Charles's sight crossed the stooping waiter, and behind her was a delicate looking lady with light wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and slightly swollen circles.

Although her face was painted with light makeup, she still couldn't hide her haggard fatigue.

Seeing this scene, Charles was a little speechless for a moment. He didn't have much communication with her mother and didn't have so many feelings, but the gesture in front of the woman state made his Heart clenched.

Even if he knows that women's crying and sadness are not for him.

After quickly adjusting his mood, Charles nodded to the waiter. The waiter closed the door wisely and retreated. She knew that with the shackles of the demon contract, Charles couldn't do anything out of line.

"Mother, what's the matter with coming to me suddenly so late?"

Charles tried to make his tone more respectful. His mother was a more traditional person, with the blood of Clarkson family, one of the eight red blood families, flowing on her. She had all the bad temper that old nobles should have, such as cold-blooded, irritable and the supremacy of interests.

The third lady of West opened her mouth, as if she had something difficult to say.

Seeing this, Charles sighed softly. He brought his own small stool to let his mother sit down, and then comforted:

"It doesn't matter, mother, just say what you want!"

There was an eye as bright as a pearl hidden in the puffy eye circles of the third lady of West, which was shining like a pearl at least when Charles' brother was still there.

Therefore, his mother is also known as the Pearl lady of the West family.

But now the Pearl lady has thrown away her pearls. In the eyes of Charles, his mother's eyes do not see any light, leaving only endless turbidity.

"Cha...rles, Congratulations, you are going to be the fiance of Miss Wilton."

Charles' mother's voice was a little hoarse, which sounded distressing.

Charles nodded gently. He didn't come to hear his mother say this.

"Cha... Charles, can you talk to the Wilton family and ask them to discuss with the Duke about bringing Jeff back? He's your brother!"

Mrs. Pearl's tone suddenly became excited, as if the person who fell into the water grabbed the straw and grabbed Charles's shoulder.

But soon she loosened her hand and sat down decadent on the small stool again.

"Sorry, Charles... I just..."

Drops of tears fell from the woman's face and gradually wet her clothes.

Charles rubbed his shoulders, and he looked at the silent sobbing woman and gently shook his head.

"Mother, you should know that I can't decide the affairs of the Wilton family, nor can I change the plan of my father."

He went to the bedside table and picked up a handkerchief, which was given to him by the woman in front of him when he was very young. At that time, the Pearl lady treated him equally with her brother.

But I don't know when, it seems that his mother put all her love on that genius since his brother woke up to 50% blue blood concentration.

Charles handed the handkerchief to the lady whose tears fell like broken lines in front of her eyes, and gently patted the woman's shoulder with his small hand.

"Mother, it's late at night. It's time for you to rest."

The woman took the handkerchief, wiped the tears on her face, and then threw it into the garbage can.

The corner of Charles' eyes jumped. He looked at the lady who got up slowly, walked forward, took her jade arm, and slowly silently sent her to the door of the room.

"Just here, Charles, and you can have a rest!"

Charles nodded slightly, and then watched the lady in front of him come out of the room, turn around and close the door bit by bit.

"Charles, do you hate me?"

Charles shook his head, calmly looked into Mrs. Pearl's eyes, and whispered:

"How could it be, mother!"

Mrs. pearl stared nervously at Charles' calm face, as if she saw that the other party didn't look fake, so she sighed slowly and closed the door completely.

The moonlight outside the window is bright, and the Milky red light shoots into the room of Charles, making everything look holy and bright.

Including the handkerchief lying in the garbage can.

Charles went to the garbage can, bent down and stretched out his hand to pick it up.

The hand froze in the middle, and Charles laughed sarcastically:

"How could it be, mother!"

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