Madam Charles looked at her husband in disbelief, completely stunned.
It was as if all her thoughts had been stripped away, leaving her mind empty.
What did he say?
Her gaze fell on the scar on Oliver Charles' lower back.
The scar had been stitched together several times, crooked and unsightly... yet it was enough to see just how ferocious the situation had been back then.
Her eyes slowly moved up, finally stopping on Oliver Charles' face.
From the age of sixteen to twenty-two, Oliver Charles had grown from a boy into a young man. The baby fat on his cheeks had gradually faded, replaced by determination and courage.
Only now did Madam Charles realize how much she had neglected him over these six years!
Her eyes suddenly filled with tears.
That's right!
He had always been a good child. Even though he had suffered a lot of injustice, as long as she compensated for it, he would compromise even if he was unhappy, because he didn't want to make her sad or upset.
