Chapter 95: Did you expect me to call him my wife?
"It seems my son has already paid you for the month," Mrs. Wales sneered, her voice dripping with disdain as she closed the distance between herself and Charles.
Charles swallowed hard, his pulse quickening as he instinctively took a step back.
Yet, his gaze remained fixed on Mrs. Wales and Aubrey, his stomach knotting with an unshakable sense of dread.
"I... I wasn’t expecting you." Charles mumbled as his words trailed one after the other.
Mrs Wales nods firmly. "It’s quite obvious that you didn’t expect me." Mrs. Wales spat as she stopped taking closer steps towards Charles.
She inhaled deeply, signalling Aubrey with a small nod.
"Okay, Charles, let’s get this straight," Aubrey spat coldly, her voice laced with venom.
It was almost as if Mrs. Wales had silently given her the signal to take over.
"How much did Augustine pay you to keep clinging to this so-called gay marriage?" she questioned, arching a perfectly sculpted brow, her tone dripping with condescension.
Aubrey was standing right in front of Charles and her gaze was cold and unyielding, which shows the hatred that she has for Charles Donald.
Charles swallowed hard, his grip tightening around the bundle of cash. "If you want to speak to Augustine, why don’t you both come back when he’s around?" he asked, his voice steady despite the unease settling in his stomach.
He tilted his head slightly, eyes narrowing. "Besides, don’t you think it’s wrong to invade my husband’s house without informing him first?"
Charles words were sharp, but the slight tremor in his fingers betrayed his nerves.
Mrs. Wales chuckled because hearing the words ’Husband’ from the mouth of Charles sounds so funny and at the same time, it sounds so disgusting.
"Did you just call my son your husband?" Mrs. Wales seethed, her voice dripping with cold intensity.
Without warning, she slam Charles’s shoulder, forcing him to take a step back.
Charles clenched his jaw, his fingers curling into fists at his sides.
"What made you think you have the right to spill such nonsense out of that filthy mouth of yours?" Mrs. Wales spat, her eyes burning with disgust.
Charles sighed.
He turned around and then he made his way towards the kitchen island. "Did you expect me to call him my wife?" He questioned with a sneer on his face.
He knew that his words would get him into trouble but he just couldn’t take it anymore.
Charles hated how he was just standing there, letting Mrs. Wales and Aubrey trample over him as if he owed them his existence.
Mrs. Wales’ eyes widened, momentarily losing her composure. "Wha... what did you just say?" she stammered, clearly taken aback by Charles’s unexpected defiance.
Mrs. Wales lunged toward Charles in a fit of rage, but before she could reach the kitchen island, Aubrey swiftly grabbed her wrist.
Pouting her lips, Aubrey shook her head sideways, her grip firm yet gentle. "Not yet," she murmured, casting Charles a calculating glance.
"Augustine would be furious if he found out I stood by while you slapped his little plaything," Aubrey whispered, fluttering her long lashes with feigned innocence.
Mrs Wales breathed out as she exhaled loudly while closing her eyes to control the rage that was brewing within her. "Be lucky that Aubrey is here," she muttered, slowly opening her eyes.
Mrs. Wales reached into her handbag and pulled out a thick bundle of dollar bills. "My son is destined to marry Aubrey, and that’s final," she declared, her tone leaving no room for argument.
Aubrey blushed, placing some strand of her black hair behind her ear as she played with her fingernails while fluttering her eyelashes as a way to act cute.
’She’s utterly disgusting,’ Charles spat within himself because he just couldn’t stand the behaviour of Aubrey.
Mrs. Wales sigh, placing the bundle of cash back inside her handbag.
"Since my son paid you for just this month, I believe it’s only fair if I pay you for the entire year," she seethed, pulling a check from her handbag as she strode toward the kitchen island.
The check had already been written, the ink dried with intent.
With a sneer, she flicked it toward Charles, the paper fluttering through the air before landing in front of him.
"The check contains five hundred thousand dollars," she spat, her voice cold and devoid of emotion.
Her sharp gaze bore into Charles as she crossed her arms. "Take it and leave my son alone," she added, her tone laced with finality.
Mrs. Wales observed his face for a while, before continuing her speech. "This check expires in two days, so if you know what’s best for you, head to the bank today and withdraw the money." Her tone was sharp, leaving no room for argument.
Without sparing Charles another glance, Mrs. Wales turned on her heel and strode toward the exit, her heels clicking against the floor with finality.
Just as Mrs. Wales was inches from the door, she halted, shaking her head in feigned pity.
"I want you to have this five thousand dollars. Use it to sustain your pathetic life—and hopefully, to start over somewhere far from this country."
With a sneer, she pulled out the cash from her handbag and tossed it at Charles’s feet as if it were trash.
Charles remained silent, his expression unreadable as his gaze flickered between the crumpled bills at Mrs. Wales’ cold feet.
Mrs. Wales narrowed her eyes, tapping her heel impatiently against the floor.
She had expected him to scramble for the money, to lunge at it like a desperate beggar.
But instead, he stood motionless, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.
Unfortunately... Mrs. Wales had received the opposite of her expectations.
With a sigh, Mrs. Wales turned around, her brows slightly raised as she eyed Charles. "Won’t you pick up the money?" she questioned in rage.
Charles let out a dry chuckle, his lips curling into a smirk as he met Mrs. Wales’ gaze. "Do I look that cheap to you?" he asked, his voice laced with quiet defiance.
Aubrey’s jaw tightened, her perfectly manicured nails digging into her palms.
Mrs. Wales’ expression darkened, her nostrils flaring as she took a sharp breath. "Excuse me?" she seethed, her tone dangerously low.
Charles shrugged, tilting his head slightly. "If you think a few bills can buy me out of Augustine’s life, then you clearly don’t know your son as well as you think."