Speaking of the devil…

[MAMA]

"Charles?" Allison furrowed her brows, stopping from wiping the table when she noticed Charles had stopped.

For once, Allison had already told her husband not to help with the restaurant. After all, Charles was assisting Penny because their daughter had bought out the Miller Company, but for some reason, she hadn't put it under the Prime Group. Hence, Allison understood that her husband already had a full plate. She didn't want to bother him anymore.

But alas, here he was, helping out to clean the restaurant.

"Honey, are you okay?" she asked, walking over to him to check. "You just stopped all of a sudden. Are you hurt anywhere?"

Charles flashed her a smile. "Nothing, honey. I'm just… I feel like our children are talking about me. Or maybe they're picturing me in a very strange way."

"Charles." Allison huffed, looking him dead in the eye. "Why do you always think that our children would talk bad about their father?"