Nancy shrugged. "It's nothing."

"Mommy, did Daddy make you feel bad again?" Bobby asked coldly.

"I... I'm just a little hot. I need to get some fresh air outside. Don't think about it too much," Nancy replied as if nothing had happened.

"No, mommy. I think you're hiding something from us!" Bobby frowned, but he knew he wouldn't get an answer so he just went to the bedroom.

With his legs crossed, Charles looked at his phone with a frown.

"Daddy..."

"Yes, Bobby?" Charles looked up at Bobby with a straight face.

"What happened between you and mommy? Mommy seems to be very unhappy, and you, daddy... you also look sad!" Bobby was standing right in front of Charles. He raised his head and stared at his father stubbornly.

Charles was furious, but he was a man who had already gone through so much in life. He had to examine the situation wisely. After all, he was yet to figure out the real score between Edward and Nancy. It would be inappropriate to prematurely disclose anything to the

g a word, Nancy turned around and walked toward the bedroom.

Charles followed after her.

Nancy sat down on the sofa to show her intention. She didn't want to sleep in the same bed with him.

"What? Do you think the bed here is smaller than Edward's?" When Nancy was being indifferent toward him, Charles' heart burned with anger.

'Didn't she even realize that she had done something wrong?

Couples shouldn't keep things from each other. Don't you know that, Nancy?

Hiding things on purpose is deception. Nancy, don't you despise it when others deceive you?

Then why are you lying to me?'

Nancy wasn't interested in picking a fight with Charles. So she just opened the wardrobe, randomly selected pajamas and went to the bathroom with it.

After her quick bath, she found that Charles had also taken a shower. With his hair half dry, he was wearing a pure white robe and holding a goblet with his fingers.

He leaned against the wine cabinet and looked at her with an unreadable expression.