The whole time, Angelina was feeling restless and wanted to check up on Nancy. However, she was also worried about Frederic, so she just had to sit on the sofa and watch over her father with a frown.

"Mom, what happened?" When Charles arrived, he tried to keep a calm composure.

"Oh... It's all because of Nancy..." Angelina was caught in between a dilemma, but since Frederic was in the same room, she couldn't say anything that might anger him. She didn't have a choice but to put the blame on Nancy.

The murderous look on Charles' face frightened Angelina, so she stopped before she finished her sentence.

A few moments ago, the doctor had given Frederic an injection to calm him down. He fell asleep right away, so he couldn't really hear anything from Charles and Angelina's conversation.

"Are you really blaming Nancy? It was Derrick and Joseph who conspired amongst each other and plotted to kill your son. Nancy was only injured because she was trying to protect me. Yet, after all of this, you're still blaming Nancy? Charles sneered at Angelina from disappointment.

When Angelina heard this, guilt nagged into her brain ever more, obliterating her thoughts to deal with the situation. She also didn't know how she could put the blame on Nancy. However, Angelina didn't know who else to blame. Besides Na

. I was the one who caused you to suffer. Next time, if someone asks to see you, as long as your gut tells you not to go, you don't have to. You shouldn't be forcing yourself, okay?" Charles held her up, placed the pill inside her mouth and served her with some water.

"Thank you." Now that she was immersed in Charles' selfless tenderness, Nancy started to feel that whatever she did was all worthwhile.

Despite being wronged by Frederic, as long as she could do something to make Charles feel better, that made it all rewarding.

"Are you saying thank you to me?" Charles smiled charmingly and pinched Nancy's nose. "We're a couple who are very close to each other. You don't ever have to say thank you for anything. I don't like it, either."

As she leaned her head against his chest, Nancy felt his breath giving her warmth. After all the time that she had spent with this man, what she always craved about him was his unique, wonderful scent.

She was accustomed to his presence, and yet, she was always unintentionally causing him trouble.

"Charles, sometimes I really don't think that it's right for us to be together. Your grandfather clearly doesn't like me, and your mother doesn't either. Do you think that if I leave you, your grandfather will stop turning his back against you?" Nancy asked wearily.