Madam Charles tightened her jaw, her complexion taking on an unnatural tinge.
She answered hesitantly, "That, I... How could I not know about these things... They've been all over the school..."
Unfortunately, Oliver Charles wasn't a fool, especially not lately. Working in the company had taught him to read people's faces.
The look on his mother's face at this moment was clearly one of guilt.
Guilt…
A realization suddenly dawned on Oliver Charles. He widened his eyes and stared at his mother, taking steps toward her, "You told me about Freya's plan to study abroad, and she had once decided to stay in the country, already handling the procedures at school. That night, when I called her, everything was fine, but the next day, she turned her back on me... I've always been baffled, she hadn't rejected me before when I approached her..."
It was more than just not being rejected…
Their relationship before was just shy of piercing through that last layer of paper.