Charles'' POV:


    J sent me a photo of Scarlett''s foot bath.


    The doctor had advised her to soak her injured foot in hot water every day to speed up the healing process. However, I was told that Scarlett was not taking his advice seriously, and often forgot to do it. Since J reminded her from time to time, I finally felt a little relieved.


    That moment, my phone vibrated, and when I saw that it was a call from Nancy, I cut the call at once.


    I then called Richard.


    "It has been getting really coldtely, so ask the others to take good care of Mrs. Moore. Don''t let her fall sick."


    "I understand, Mr. Moore."


    The next morning, I took Grandma to Garden Street when Scarlett and the kids were still asleep.


    She was sitting in the living room, rxing, while I walked to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for everyone.


    "Grandma, what are you doing here?" As soon as Scarlett walked out of her room, she was surprised to see the olddy there.


    "Grandma was really missing you and the kids a lot, so I brought her along." Saying that, I walked out of the kitchen with the breakfast tray. I knew that Scarlett was not pleased to see me, but I ignored her displeasure as I sat down across her. "Grandma, I''ve missed you so much."


    "I missed you too."


    Seeing them hugging so intimately, I felt like I was the only outsider there.


    "Grandma, I''m sorry for being rude to youst time. I feel really bad about it." Scarlett''s eyes turned red at the mention of it.


    "Silly girl, I don''t me you at all. I know that Charles must have made you suffer a lot, and that''s the reason you''re so determined to leave. I feel really sorry for you."


    Grandma reached out her hand and stroked Scarlett''s short hair. With a pitiful look in her eyes, she continued, "Look at you! Why do you look so weak? You should eat well. Your health is more important than anything else."


    "Okay, I will." Scarlett smiled through tears.


    "But I think that I will look better if I lose some weight." She smiled sweetly, acting like a spoiled child in front of my grandma.


    "Nonsense! You are the most beautiful girl. Look at you. The size of Charles'' arms is twice as much as yours," Grandma mumbled.


    "Yes, he is too fat," Scarlettined with a pout.


    I fell into a trance, looking at her adorable expression. Thest time she had acted like a spoiled child in front of me felt like something that had happened a lifetime ago.


    Scarlett was a calm woman, who rarely ever behaved like that, but once she started to talk sweetly, her face would turn red.


    I suddenly felt the urge to hold her and wished that I could switch ces with my grandma.


    Grandma then held her hand tightly and asked, "By the way, how is your ankle now? I know a very famous doctor, and I want you to consult with him. Let me take you to his hospital another day, okay?" "But I''ve been really busytely, so I don''t have time for such things." Scarlett was a little embarrassed.


    I winked at my grandma secretly.


    "When do you have time, then? How about next week?"


    "Okay, we can discuss it next week. Don''t worry too much, though. A well-known doctor is treating my injury, and I am recovering quite well," Scarlettforted her.


    Grandma frowned. "Really? What''s the doctor''s name?"


    Scarlett thought for a while and shook her head. "I can''t remember his first name, but I think that his surname is White."


    "Scarlett, your doctor''s name is Herman White," Tracy reminded her in a low voice.


    "I''ve heard a lot about his remarkable medical skills."


    Grandma gave me a wink.


    I felt inexplicably upset. When I had been absent from Scarlett''s life, William had not only been with her, but he had also gotten a famous doctor to treat her. He hadpletely reced my role in her life. Feeling dejected, I stood up and walked upstairs to see my sons.


    James was ying with his younger brothers in the room, and the moment he saw me, he ran over to me.


    "Daddy!"


    I picked him up and looked at him. "It has only been a few days since west saw each other, and you''ve already grown taller, my dear!"


    With a firm nod, James straightened his back to prove that he had indeed grown taller.


    I smiled and said, "Your mom and greatgrandma are talking downstairs. Do you want to see great-grandma?"


    James nced at me, put his arms around my neck, and rested his head on my shoulder.


    "Okay."


    I carried him downstairs and said to Grandma, "Look who''s here!"


    "Oh, my sweetheart! Give me a hug."


    Grandma stood up excitedly, reaching out her arms to James.


    I put him down and said encouragingly, "Go ahead."


    ncing at Scarlett, James walked up to Grandma slowly and greeted her politely, "Hello, great-grandma."


    Grandma held James in her arms and kissed him lovingly, making him blush.


    Scarlett was drinking water and smiling as she admired them. I quickly walked to her and took the ss from her hand.


    Our eyes met for a moment, but neither of us said a word.


    After breakfast, Grandma was about to leave when Scarlett suddenly turned to me and said, "You saw Jerry yesterday, and James today. If you haven''t seen Jason yet, then you can go upstairs and see him now."


    Stunned, I wondered what she meant by that.


    "I''lle backter to see him. I have to send Grandma back first."


    That way, I coulde back again. It was a brilliant idea! Thinking of it, I was a little proud of myself.


    Scarlett''s POV:


    Charles was really shameless. Was he nning to see only one of his sons at a time so that he coulde to my house three times a week?


    I red at him in dissatisfaction.


    And the more I thought about his n, the more I felt that there was something wrong with it. I felt the urge to say no to him, but I did not


    want to be rude in front of Christine.


    After Charles left, I sent him a text, telling him that he should stop using the kids as an excuse to stay at my ce. Then I left for work.


    But he didn''t reply that whole morning.


    I invited Abner for lunch that noon during our lunch break to discuss about the program.


    As soon as we entered the dinner, I heard someone mentioning my name. "Is that handsome man Scarlett''s husband? He is so handsome and he can take care of the children. What a good husband!" While I was in a daze, a colleague showed me his phone. "This photo was taken by our colleague at the park that''s next to our TV station. Is the man in the photo your husband?"


    It was a photo of Charles and the boys, happily ying on thewn at the park. It was such a warm picture.


    "Yes," I admitted reluctantly.


    "Wow! Scarlett, you''re so lucky. You''re working while your husband is taking care of the kids all by himself."


    ''By himself?'' What did they mean by that? Could they not see the nannies and the bodyguards beside them?


    I secretly rolled my eyes and said nothing.


    "Looks like your rtionship is doing very well now," Abner teased.


    I shook my head helplessly. "That''sExclusive content ? by N?(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.


    not true." Scarlett, don''t be so stubborn. ording to me, Charles is the kind of guy who can do anything if he wants to," Abner said to me with a meaningful nce.


    I continued to remain silent while smiling bitterly.


    With Charles'' power, there was no one who could stop him from doing anything.