Chapter 967
Daniel sat at the breakfast table, delicately sipping his milk like a little gentleman.
“Morning, Mommy.” Daniel greeted Brittany with a cheery smile.
“Morning, sweetie.”
Brittany nted a kiss on her son’s cheek before turning to Charles. “Still feeling rough?”
Charles, still a bit dizzy, asked, “Is this your son?”
“Daniel, say hi to Uncle Charles.”
“No, call me by my name.” Charles waved the hand dismissively. “Does your kid have, like, a brain
problem or something?”
Brittany frowned slightly.
“He’s been up since dawn working on math, and they’re tough ones.”
Brittany had initially thought Charles was alluding to a more serious issue, but was this it? “He really
enjoys math.”
“People actually enjoy that stuff?” Charles questioned his life choices. “And he’s a whiz at Go too. Did
you teach him that?”
“No, Grace used to y, and I picked it up from ying with her,” Daniel replied proudly.
Charles let out a dramatic groan and copsed onto the couch.
Was he really just a kid?
Brittany knew Daniel was smart and pinched his nose yfully. “Hurry up and eat. The school bus will
be here soon.”
After breakfast, Daniel kissed Brittany goodbye. “See you tonight, Mommy.”
He then nced at Charles. “See you next time, Charles.”
Charles closed the eyes in defeat.
Once Daniel was gone, Charles bolted upright as if resurrected. “Brittany, please tell me, how old is
your son?”
“Six.”
Brittanydled some oatmeal into a bowl for Charles. “Here, have some to warm up your stomach.”
Charles looked like she’d seen a ghost. After a few spoonfuls, she couldn’t take it anymore. She caught
a whiff of her own scent almost sour, and wrinkled her nose in disgust. “I need a shower.”
“Sure, I’ll have someone bring you some clothes.”
With Brittany needing to head off to work, she arranged for clothes to be delivered before leaving.
Alone in the vi, Charles took a shower, then closed the door behind and left the Bay Community.
Returning to the Clinton residence, Charles was greeted by the familiar sound of her father’s fury and
her mother’s tears. This chaos had been a part of her life since childhood- a father obsessed with
having a son, a mother weakened by repeated childbirth, and herself, the unwanted daughter.
Charles hurried upstairs, and managed to catch a bit more sleep.
After some time, Doris knocked on her door, eyes red. “Charles, where were youst night?”
Charles leaned on the door frame. “At a bar.”
Doris frowned. “Charles, how can you, as a youngdy, go to such ces?”
“Mom, I’m a man.” Charles scoffed.
Was she only now remembering her daughter’s true gender?
Why hadn’t she remembered back then, when she had been forced to dress as a boy since childhood,
had her ID changed to male, and lived for yearspelled to live as a man?
Doris’s expression froze. “Charles, I’m sorry for everything. From now on, you can be yourself. Your
father…he…”
“He’s got a son on the side now?”
Charles mocked, but Doris fell silent.
It seemed she had hit the mark.
Charles was at a loss for words. “So what now? Do I announce that I’m a girl and marry off to a good
family to stoppeting with his precious son for the Clinton fortune?”
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Doris looked helpless in the face of her daughter’s sarcasm, exhaling deeply. “Your father said he’ll set
you up with enough money to livefortably for the rest of your life.”
“Ha,” Charlesughed bitterly, “And you’re okay with him keeping a mistress?”
“He said he’ll bring the child home for me to raise.”
Doris was clearly embarrassed. “Charles, you know I can’t leave your father. Please, listen to me. Don’t
fight with hirn, and don’tpete with your brother,”
Charles had thrived in the Clinton family despite everything. It wasn’t because Doris didn’t love her
daughter, but as a woman, how could she inherit the Clinton legacy?
The irony was painful.
Charles mmed the door shut, tears streaming uncontrobly down her face