Madam Charles knew she had made a mistake.
But both her sons were dear to her.
And she was helpless now.
This competition was clearly more important to Wesley.
She wanted to make it up to Oliver Charles...
But her way of doing so was clearly wrong.
Oliver Charles hung his head, and a bitter smile suddenly appeared on his face. "It's always been this way... since we were kids. Whenever I liked a toy and he glanced at it, you'd give it to him for the sake of your reputation... you'd try to make it up to me by giving me ten, a hundred replacements, but do you know what? They are not the same... those ten, those hundreds, they're never the same as that one!"
He let go of Wesley's hand and stepped back.
Oliver's eyes got a little sour, "Mom, I didn't mind the minor stuff in the past. But that doesn't mean it didn't hurt or upset me! This time, you went too far."
