Chapter 163 A Cold War

There were not many who came with the same good heart that Nancy had, but even the kindest among people had ends to their tethers.

Frederic had interceded on Dorothy's behalf to ask Nancy to persuade Charles to let Dorothy off.

But however gentle Nancy was, Charles was as unmoving as stone. At the slightest mention off Dorothy's name, the lines of his face would immediately be set in firm lines, and his darkened expression left no room for discussion.

Their conversations had died down to silence. It was almost as if they had fallen into a cold war because of their differences.

Every time Nancy came back home, she was welcomed with Charles' coldness, and his eyes followed her with a quiet, questioning gaze.

It was already very late when Nancy finished work yesterday. She had to deal with three operations in a row, and by now her limbs felt like lead from exhaustion.

She wanted nothing more than a good rest, but she arrived to an empty dinner table. Charles had not cooked anything and was playing with the two children in the room.

At first, Nancy ignored the blatant coldness of this treatment—she no longer had the energy to argue, even as his actions pricked her. She trudged into the kitchen to prepare herself a simple meal. However, her hands were unsteady and the next moment, her finger was cut with the knife.

Blood oozed from the wound and Nancy felt as if

t the box with a loud click and put it aside.

The day's exhaustion had caught up to her. She sank down on the sheets, wanting to forget her troubles in sleep.

Some time had passed when the door was pushed open.

"Nancy? Are you sleeping?" It was Charles' voice.

Nancy was still wide awake, but she lay still and did not say anything.

When she heard the telltale sounds of him leaving, she wrapped the sheets around herself and closed her eyes.

Charles kept up his act early the next morning. He took the two kids to the kindergarten and did not say even a word to her.

Nancy was so upset that she drove to work without eating breakfast.

For the whole day, she was distressed. Just what was it that Charles wanted to do? If he couldn't stand her, why didn't he just leave with Bobby?

The day ended with Nancy's worries unresolved. She did not want to go home.

She called Doris and the two women agreed to meet for drinks.

At this time, Charles bought a bouquet of flowers and took the children back home. He was in high spirits and the children quickly took notice of his mood.

"Daddy, you seem happy." Bobby grinned.

"Yeah, Daddy. What is it?" Nadia asked.

"It's a secret. I'll tell you later." He winked at the children. Then, Charles called Hiram and asked, "Is it ready?"

"Yes, sir. The cake you ordered will be delivered in half an hour," Hiram answered.