Sweet Twins Indulge in Daddy's Love
Chapter 323 Gossip

Nancy smiled helplessly, knowing that since she was a part of Charles' life, the rumors about them would never stop. At this point, Nancy had already accepted that, but this time around, she couldn't understand what was happening. While Charles had always been overbearing and arrogant, he had always been kind to her.

She thought back to that one night he was cruel to her.' Had he ever been that awful to anyone else?' she wondered.

Thoughts of Charles filled her mind as she walked towards her office.

Her steps wobbled as she walked. Steadying herself, she decided that it must be because she was tired.

Taking a seat in her office, she turned on her phone and opened WeChat. Browsing through her notifications, she noticed there were many comments from Doris. "Nancy, has Charles abandoned you? Or is Charles just playing around with that woman to spite you?" Doris asked in one of the comments.

She still had no idea what Doris was talking about. As she was typing a message to her to ask, she received a picture from Doris.

In the picture was Charles having lunch with a woman in a restaurant. Nancy was frozen as she looked at the photo. What was going on?

What was Charles thinking?

Charles had always been fond of playing games.

Concerned that Nancy would jump into conclusions and get into trouble, Doris sent her another message.

"Everyone's talking about this, but it might be fake. Try and ask him about it first," she reasoned.

"It doesn't matter what happened. I'm not a child. I won 't go crazy even if something did happen," Nancy explained.

"No matter what happens, I'll have your back!" Doris reassured Nancy.

"For the sake of the children, I won't let anything bad happen. Don't worry about me," Nancy replied with an emoji to lighten the mood.

"I know you can handle yourself, Nancy."

After ending her conversation with Doris, Nancy tossed her phone on the table. She tried to make sense of the situation, the photo of Charles with the woman vivid in her mind. That woman... Nancy had seen her before.

Picking up her phone, she tried to find out more about the woman. After browsing on social media, she found out that her name was Christine, and that she was a fashion designer. Stumbling across a photo of her, Nancy scrutinized the photo and scoffed to herself. She tried to remain indifferent but felt her heart sinking.

Nancy continued to look at her photo, her eyes tearing up. Suddenly, her phone rang.

It was a call from Edward.

She quickly wiped the tears from her eyes and cleared her throat before answering the phone. "Edward, what's up?"

Hearing Nancy's weak voice, Edward paused before saying, "Are you crying?"

"No, I'm not. I just have a cold," Nancy lied.

"Have you taken any medicine?" he asked, concerned.

"It's just a cold. I'll be fine after I drink a glass of water," she replied.

"Do you have some time to spare?" he asked again.

Nancy glanced at her watch and found out that it was time for her to get off work. Walking to leave, she said, "Yes, I'm about to leave work."

"Wait for me. I'll come to pick you up," he offered.

She wasn't in the mood to be in anyone's company, but agreed to him.

After ending the call with Edward, her thoughts returned to Charles. She assumed he was too busy dating other women, so he might not have the time to pick his children up. Calling Hiram, she asked for him to pick up the children instead.

Hiram quickly agreed to her request, not daring to refuse her.

He noticed that something was wrong by the sound of her voice, but decided not to pry.

Recently, he had noticed that their disagreements were becoming more frequent. Even the people around them were growing tired of their arguments.

Edward arrived shortly and found Nancy waiting for him by the door.

"Did you wait for a long time?" he asked. He made his way to the passenger's seat and opened the door for Nancy like a gentleman.

"No, I didn't. I just got off work," she replied weakly. Nancy took a look at Edward's new car. "Did you rent this car?" "I just bought it. Do you like it?" he asked with a smile.

"It's your car. What does it matter if I like it or not?" Nancy got into Edward's car.

Nudging her shoulder, Edward joked, "If you like it, how about I get you one?"

"I have a car... It's a white Bentley," she replied in a low voice.

Edward's offer made Nancy feel guilty.

Her car was a gift from Charles.

He hesitated before asking, "Did he buy it for you?"

"He did," she answered listlessly.

He started the car and drove away from the hospital. "Is he good to you? How does he treat you?"

Wishing to change the topic, Nancy lowered her head and said, "He's good to me..."

The last thing she wanted to do was worry Edward.

She couldn't possibly tell him that she suspected Charles of flirting with other women.

"Does he still bully you?" He hoped he didn't offend her by asking.

Nancy stopped to think about his question, not knowing how to answer.

She decided it would be best not to say anything.

"If he treats you that way, why are you still with him?" Edward gazed into her eyes, eager to get some information from her.

As far as he knew, Nancy wasn't the type of person who would tolerate mistreatment from anyone.

Her silence confirmed to him that Charles was not treating her the way she deserved to be treated.

Nancy remained silent, lost in her thoughts. From the beginning, it was never her choice to be with Charles. He trapped her, forcing her to stay by his side.

"Don't sell yourself short, Nancy. It's not like you to swallow insult and humiliation. You deserve better than that."

In Edward's mind, he'd always known Nancy to be someone who prioritized their own needs and happiness. He concluded that the only reason she stayed with Charles was for the sake of her children.

"If you're staying with him for your children, I want you to know that you have a choice. You don't have to stay with him if you don't want to. I have the financial resources to help you raise your children. I can provide for their needs and give them the best education-" he stated.

"It's not because of the children. Don't worry about it too much," she interrupted, smiling weakly at him.

"Then what other reason would you have to stay?" His lips pursed in disappointment. He suspected that she wasn't telling him the whole story. Why was she keeping secrets from him?

Sensing that she didn't want to discuss the matter any further, he stopped himself from asking any more questions.

Edward wanted to help but didn't want to force himself on her.

Nancy was desperate to change the topic and lighten the mood. She turned to him and asked, "Edward, where are we going?" "There's a famous snack street nearby. I'll take you there." He turned to smile at her, eager to cheer her up.

"That sounds great."

In the Fu family's house.

Scrolling through the news of Charles and Christine, Angelina smiled at her phone.

"Did he agree to meet her?" Frederic's brows wrinkled in confusion. He couldn't believe that his cocky and rebellious grandson would relent to Angelina like this.

The more he thought about the situation, the more he couldn't figure it out.

"It's normal for a man to want a beautiful and tender woman. Don't you agree, Father?" Angelina asked. The thought of Charles and Christine delighted her.

"Humph! Isn't she much prettier than Nancy?" she continued. Frederic grunted in disagreement.

"Christine is pure and innocent, while Nancy had a child before she was even married. How can Nancy even compare?" Angelina frowned.

"Is that a valid reason to dislike her?" Frederic challenged.

"It's not just that. There's also her family background..." she defended.

"The Fu family doesn't need any more money!" Frederic reasoned with an exasperated sigh.

"Father, you didn't approve of her earlier. What changed? Why are you taking her side? Do you want her to marry into our family? Don't you care that she had a child before marrying?" she questioned him angrily.

"She's not my first choice for Charles, but he seems serious about her. If we continue to go against him, what if he..." Frederic frowned and stopped himself from saying anything more.