Chapter 114 What Does Breeding Mean

After heaving a deep sigh, Angelina knocked on the door several times.

"Charles, I've told you that Nancy is not good enough for you. Forget about her. You already have Dorothy.

Come on, Charles! Come out and have dinner!" Worry was coated on her voice as she cautiously said those words. She had never seen her son act up like this––at least not because of a woman. Surely, Nancy had so much effect on him to behave like this.

"Charles, you run the whole group. How could you just sulk there and do nothing when the company needs you?"

Desperate, Angelina tried using her son's responsibility as a bait to lure him out, but Charles neither answered nor open the door.

So, realizing that she was utterly defeated, she just went downstairs and waited for Dorothy to arrive. She thought that the latter might be of help. After all, the two had a past that couldn't be plunged down the drain.

"Dorothy, please talk to Charles. He hasn't eaten anything all day. Maybe, he'll listen to you." Angelina might be a stern and strict woman, but she was still a mother. And seeing her son like mope like that, she was almost on the verge of tears.

"Okay, Aunt Angelina," Dorothy obediently said before gracefully walking to Charles' room. Then, raising her hand, she knocked at the door. "Charles, I bought your favorite chicken and codfish. Come out and eat some."

She sounded inviting, but Charles still kept sil

etter after sleeping for a while. Auntie really shouldn't have done this. Although I love you very much, I clearly know that I can't force you into doing this. But I'm still hoping that you will love again, the way you did before. I won't give up, Charles." Although she sounded confident, the pang of pain couldn't escape her tone.

But adding up to her injury was Charles yelling, "Shut up, Dorothy! I will never fall in love with you again. Nancy is the only one in my heart!" Clasping his hands, he rolled himself into the quilt and endured the flames from within.

Meanwhile, Bobby, who had been in a constant bad mood recently, had already fallen asleep.

Even with his innocent mind, he could still sense that something was wrong with Nancy and Charles.

Hoping he would be enlightened, he asked Angelina, "Grandma, what's wrong with mommy and daddy?"

"Nothing, honey. Everything's fine," she replied, staring into the young boy's sad eyes.

"But why is daddy locked in his room? I don't want the driver to send me to school. I want daddy to drive me." The poor boy pouted while channeling a long, brooding face.

"Your daddy is breeding. Don't bother him." Angelina didn't know how to answer him, so she made up an excuse to reassure her grandson.

"What does breeding mean?" Confusion was written all over Bobby's face as he listened to his grandmother utter a word his young mind hadn't heard before.