Taking a precious inkstone as an astray?
Wouldn't that be a waste!
Gilbert was so angry that he almost couldn't lift his breath. If it weren't for the fact that Madge and her mother were watching him, he would have been furious.
Since he couldn't take his anger out on his son directly, there was only one person left. "I'm an old man. I didn't realize how thick- skinned girls are! What do you think, Miss Lim?"
"I..." Wendy stopped breathing for a second.
If what Gilbert said before was an implication, it was a statement now.
"I thought I had made it clear last time, and I also thought Miss Lim was sensible. But I can't judge a book by its cover! Now you actually come to my house!" Gilbert said coldly, "I don't care if you are a friend brought back by Charlie, but today is my birthday. For Madge's sake, you are a guest. No offense, but I hope you know what to do!"
Wendy pursed her lips and tried to straighten her back.
She knew that Charlie's father deliberately mentioned Madge to embarrass her, but she couldn't be easily defeated. Just the left ear goes in, the right ear out.
Hearing this, Charlie's eyebrows gradually furrowed. After Gilbert finished speaking, the living room fell into silence until footsteps came from upstairs.
Everyone looked over. It was a woman about the same age as Linda in the living room. She was not very gorgeous in dress, but she was very decent and well maintained. A servant next to her called respectfully, "Madam!"
With such a title, it was not difficult for Wendy to guess the identity of the woman.
It couldn't be Charlie's mother, because she just followed him to the cemetery a few days ago. This woman in front of her should be Gilbert's current wife. It was not surprising that a rich man would marry the second wife.
Ella apologized, "I'm sorry, everyone. I made a long phone call!"
"Hasn't Ewan come back yet?" Gilbert frowned and asked.
"Not yet. He's on his way home!" Ella smiled helplessly, and then continued, "Gilbert, there are guests here today. I think we'd better eat while we wait."
Gilbert glanced at Madge and her mother and nodded in agreement.
When Ella saw this, she immediately said, "Then I'm going to tell the kitchen to prepare dinner!"
"The bathroom is on the second floor. I'll take you there!"
All of a sudden, Charlie said something like this and pulled her upstairs.
Wendy was a little stunned because she did not say that she wanted to go to the bathroom. Before she could react, she had been pulled to the front of the stairs.
On the second floor, there was a lot of room, and the decoration of the corridor was also vintage. In the whole row of rooms, Charlie did not take her to the bathroom, but went into a bedroom on the left.
The space was not small, and the color and lines were relatively cold and hard.
There was a big bed in the middle, a gray sheet, and a photo frame on the table in front of the window.
Wendy blinked her eyes. "Charlie, is this your room?"
"Yes." Charlie pulled his lips.
Wendy couldn't help but become curious. She looked around the room more carefully. It was very well cleaned, but you could tell that it should have been unoccupied for a long time and there was no sign of life.
She picked up the photo frame on the table and couldn't help asking curiously, "Is this when you were a kid? You look so accomplished though young..."
The photo should have been taken at primary school, with a big backpack on his back and a small hat on his head. From the facial features, Wendy could tell that it was Charlie, but there was no expression on his face, which was particularly serious.
Charlie didn't respond. He just stared at her with his deep eyes.
"Charlie, what's wrong with you..." Wendy was puzzled, so she put down the picture frame and asked softly.
Seeing that he was silent, her eyes seemed to sink, and her thin lips were also showing signs of tightening. She said cautiously, "Charlie, are you angry?"
In the Hogg's Mansion, it was already hard enough for her. If he had a bad face to her, she really didn't know what to do!
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