Farewell To My Endless Love

Charles' POV:

That evening when I was playing with James in the living room, I saw the news of Nancy's wedding broadcasting on TV.

"Dad, look!" James exclaimed, pointing at the TV.

When I looked up, I saw Nancy rushing towards Liam with a knife in her hand.

Subconsciously, I covered my son's eyes to avoid him from seeing it.

"Dad, what's the matter?" James asked in a puzzled tone.

"It's something not proper for kids to watch."

Even after hearing my advice, James pursed his lips, pulled my hand away from his eyes, and continued to point at Nancy. "Dad, I have seen that woman! She has come to our house before! What happened to her? She looks so pitiful."

James widened his eyes as he turned to me with a curious look.

"James, everyone has to live their own life, and some people are lucky, while others are not," I explained bluntly with a sigh. "Then you must be really lucky, Dad!" James said with a serious expression.

"Why do you think so?" I asked, amused by his

words.

"Well, it is because you have me, my brothers, and Mommy!"

James' voice was filled with pride as he looked at me and gave a firm nod.

I could not help but feel amused at heart. I reached out my hand and touched his nose lovingly while pretending to be upset.

"I made your mom angry before, and I still haven't gotten her back yet. What do you think I should do?"

"You should try harder to win her back, Dad!"

"Don't you want to help me, son?"

Narrowing his eyes with a serious expression, James began to think carefully.

"I will pray for you, and I really hope that she forgives you soon, Dad."

A sense of comforting warmth filled my heart when I heard my son's affectionate words.

I couldn't help but hug him. "James, you are such a good boy!"

At that moment, my mom walked up to us.

"Charles, I need to talk to you," she said in a serious tone.

"Okay." I nodded in reply.

"James, go upstairs to your room, okay? I need to talk to your grandma."

After giving me an obedient nod, he walked upstairs with the nanny.

My mom and I were alone in the living room.

"Charles, how is you hand now?"

Asking that, she tried to take my hand, but I quickly hid my bandaged hand behind my back. "Mom, don't worry. My hand has healed very well. It's all right now."

A short pause later, she withdrew her hand silently.

"I heard that you took the blue diamond necklace that I gave to Raina. Is it true that you cancelled the cooperation with the Hill Group too?"

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"Yes," I replied in a calm voice.

My mom's expression changed at once and she became impatient. "Charles, how can you do that? I gave that necklace to Raina, but it didn't mean anything. It has nothing to do with her family, either. How could you go up against the Hill Group over a necklace? You really disappoint me, son."

My mom was a great woman. She was kind, soft -hearted, and credulous. I could not help but sigh in my heart.

"Calm down, mom. It's not like you think. Don't be so credulous," I advised her in a patient tone.

Once she was calmer, she turned to me and said earnestly, "Charles, I know that you still have feelings for Scarlett, and that's why you don't like Raina. But I pity Raina. Although she is Rita's twin sister, I don't think that they are the same..." "Stop talking about her," I interrupted her abruptly. "I know that you want me to give up on Scarlett, but I won't marry anyone but her. If you find it tiring to take care of three kids, then I'll hire more nannies to help you. I hope you keep your distance from Raina in the future."

After saying those words in a fret, I was about to leave.

"Charles! I don't care what you think, but I won't accept Scarlett. And I don't care whether Caroline is Scarlett or not, but I can't allow her to be Mrs. Moore."

Upon hearing her loud words, I frowned, shocked by her attitude.

"She keeps snatching all of the Moore Group's projects, and hurts you. A woman like her is too mean to be your wife."

It was the first time that my mother

was being so resentful towards Scarlett. Until now, she had only considered her like a daughter, and the sudden change in her attitude confused me.

Why and when did she change?

Not wanting to talk to her anymore, I turned around and left.

At that moment, I got a call from Corey.

"Charles, Caroline wants to see me tomorrow to discuss the cooperation."

"Okay." I thought for a moment

and

added, "Meet her at the tennis court at ten o'clock tomorrow morning. I will also be there, so be careful, and don't expose yourself."

"Got it."

Once I hung up, I walked upstairs to see if the kids were okay and found them sound asleep.

How was I going to show up at the tennis court without making Scarlett suspicious?

Thinking of the problem, I suddenly came up with an idea.

I quickly took out my phone and

called David. "Come to the Mint Bar immediately. I have something to talk to you about." Then I called Spencer and told him the same thing.

After hanging up, I drove over to the Mint Bar.

As soon as I walked in, I saw Vivian pushing Spencer inside.

Glancing at Spencer, who was in a wheelchair, I found him to be a little ruddy-looking. He did not look as depressed as he had a few days ago. "Looks like you've recovered really well. The power of love is great, indeed," I teased.

"That's right! I deserve the credit. I take care of him and give him a good massage every day. Why wouldn't he look good?" Vivian said with pride.

Upon hearing that, Spencer's face turned red, and he coughed awkwardly.

"Alright, you're the best. Go and get us some drinks. I want to talk to Charles."

Vivian snorted, turned around, and left.

I was relieved to see them getting along so well. With Vivian by his side, Spencer would never want to give up on himself.

"Looks like you want to remarry her. Isn't that right?" I asked curiously.

"Well, yes," Spencer scratched his head and added, "Don't just talk about my business. What are you calling me here?"

"I came to ask you and David to play tennis with me tomorrow."

"Tennis? Do you really think that I am in a state to play tennis now? Are you okay?"

Looking at me in shock, Spencer pointed at his legs and then at my injured hand.

"But Caroline is going."

"Are you even sure that Caroline is Scarlett?" Spencer asked in confusion.

"That doesn't matter as long as I am certain that she is my wife."

As soon as I said that, David and Vivian walked over to us with a few bottles in their hands.

"Would you like a drink?"

I picked up a bottle of whiskey, poured a few shots and handed one to David and then Spencer. Just when I was about to hand one to Vivian, she refused, shaking her head.

"No, thanks. I..."

Before she could finish her words, she covered her mouth and bolted to the bathroom.

Watching her run away, I was lost in thought.

Was she pregnant?

"Vivian, don't think that I will be soft-hearted to you just because you have stomach problems!" Spencer shouted in a tone filled with duplicity.

"Spencer, there can be another reason for a woman to throw up," I reminded him.

"What a fool!" David burst into laughter.

Stunned, Spencer asked, "What do you mean?"

David and I smiled at each other before I turned to Spencer with a helpless look and said, "Think about it."

Thinking that Vivian and Spencer were finally living a happy life, I could not help but sigh with relief.