Farewell To My Endless Love

Chapter 293 William's Purpose

Charles' POV:

"William? Why?" I asked.

Spencer fell silent for a moment. Then, he said, "William said that he wanted to see you."

Hearing that only infuriated me. William had already taken Scarlett away. Did he still want to show off in front of me?

"He wants to see me, huh? Did he mention why?"

"He didn't say anything in particular. He just wanted to talk to you about Scarlett," Spencer stammered.

My heart skipped a beat. 'What happened to Scarlett?'

"William told me that he and Scarlett are getting along well with each other," Spencer continued.

Suddenly, my heart felt like it was being cut open by a knife and the pain overwhelmed me.

As I held my phone in my trembling hand, all my strength was being drawn out of my body.

While I was still mourning over the loss of my son, James, Scarlett had begun a new life.

A bitter smile appeared on my lips. All sorts of complicated emotions plagued my heart; sadness and jealousy among them. And I felt so conflicted. I didn't want to accept that this was truly happening.

"William is lucky that he can have the best woman in the world. He's obviously trying to provoke you, Charles. Why don't you accept his challenge?" asked Spencer.

"I think you're the one who's trying to provoke me, Spencer."

After hanging up on him, I sensed that something ominous was coming.

'What is William's purpose? Is he just trying to show off? Is this his way of claiming sovereignty?

Or is he... trying to persuade me to divorce Scarlett?'

I went back to the Moore mansion with a heavy heart.

As soon as I entered the house, I saw my grandmother on the sofa, sobbing.

She had aged a lot ever since James fell to the depths of the sea.

Upon seeing me enter the living room, she wiped away her tears and stood up, albeit with difficulty. She then walked over to me and held my hand.

"Charles, I've been having dreams about James lately. Do you think he's still alive? The police never found his body. Is it possible he can still be saved?"

My heart ached when I saw the hope in her eyes. "Perhaps," I muttered, looking down, fearful of staring into her eyes.

"Charles, I want to see Scarlett. Can you get her back? Please."

Grandma held my hand tightly. And for a moment, I didn't know what to tell her.

After pondering on it, I said bitterly, "Grandma, let's not disturb her new life."

Tears streamed down her eyes again, and she looked even sadder now.

"I just want to know if Scarlett is doing well."

Once more, I failed to give an answer.

I had no idea that my mother had been eavesdropping outside the door. At this moment, she walked in and said, "Perhaps I should visit Scarlett instead. I'm an elder. William wouldn't be heartless enough as to kick me out, would he?" "No. Never bring this up again," I said before I turned around and walked away.

"Charles, are you really okay with never seeing Scarlett again for the rest of your life?"

my mother asked the second she caught up to me.

"Don't you get it, Mom? Scarlett doesn't want to see us again!"

"She's not that cruel," she replied.

"So? Does that mean it's okay for you to take advantage of her kindness and keep pestering her?"

My mother was rendered wordless.

"If we show up in front of her, it'll only remind her of James and the pain of losing her son!"

My mother didn't know what to say at this point. In the end, she just let out a sigh.

"Well, what about you, Charles? Don't you love her anymore?" "I'm not sure."

Later that night, I sat in front of the window with a glass of red wine in my hand. The faint moonlight shone on the floor through the window.

For the past year, I had been sleepless for countless of nights.

Every time I went back to the Moore mansion, it reminded me of my fondest memories of Scarlett.

Back then, we were so in love with each other. We baked together, had fun, and we had such wonderful sex together.

But every time these beautiful memories appeared in my mind, the painful ones followed.

The following morning, while I was waiting for the elevator to arrive, I heard a woman's voice from behind me.

"Mr. Moore! Mr. Moore!"

Nancy had come to badger me again.

Today, she was wearing a beige Prada dress, a white coat, and delicate makeup. I could smell the faint aroma of her body, and it put a frown on my face.

"Don't you remember who I am, Mr. Moore? I'm Nancy, Nicholas' younger sister."

She had her hands behind her back, making her look timid. She couldn't dare to look into my eyes.

I stared at the hands behind her back. All of a sudden, Scarlett's face appeared in my head. Whenever she was nervous, she would always put her hands behind her back just like that.

Now, I was in a bad mood.

"Mr. Moore?" Nancy seemed confused.

I ignored her and went into the elevator at once.

Once I was in my office, Amy brought me my schedule for the day.

When I saw the word "Kitsap" on the schedule, I was stunned.

"Mr. Moore, there's a notable summit happening in Kitsap. I'm afraid you may have to attend it." Amy stood in front of my desk, speaking to me with respect.

Calmly, I put down the schedule and replied, "Ask Peter to go in my stead."

"Understood, sir."

With that, Amy left without another word.

My mind began to wonder. Moments later, I heard a knock on the door.

"Come in," I said.

It was Peter. "My apologies, Mr. Moore, but I can't attend the summit on your behalf."

"Why not?"

"My wife is giving birth in a few days. That's why I'm here to ask you for a few days of leave. My wife said that if I don't accompany her for the coming days, she's going to dump me. You wouldn't want to see my family break up, would you, sir?"

'Is this the will of God?' I wondered.

I kept silent for a long time.

"Fine. Go ahead. Take good care of your wife and child. Never let them down. Otherwise, you're going to regret it for the rest of your life."

Seeing that I agreed so readily, Peter scratched his head, visibly surprised. "Thank you, Mr. Moore! Anyway, I'll be going to go back to work now."

I nodded in response. The office returned to silence once again. I opened the drawer of my desk and saw a picture frame inside it.

The picture in the frame was of me and Scarlett. We were so intimate at the time. I held her in my arms and she was smiling as bright as the sun.

As I held up our photo, the past flashed through my mind like scenes out of a movie. I was unable to prevent myself from yearning for her. This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

I couldn't help but murmur to myself, "Scarlett, how have you been doing?"