Discard his body.

It was none other than Mrs. Wales.

Even without his glasses, Charles could still make out Mrs. Wales's face, thanks to the bright light in the room.

'Pfft!' She scoffed, pulling her hands away from the eyes of Charles as he stood up from her squatting position.

Once more, Charles's eyes became closed as he was unable to see anything. His entire body still felt weak but the thought of who he had just seen made his heart beat faster than ever.

He remembered Augustine mentioning how his mother was far from friendly, unlike his father.

But hearing it was one thing—experiencing it was another.

Now that he knew exactly who had kidnapped him, a cold wave of fear gripped his chest, making it harder to breathe.

Charles pulse pounded in his ears, and the harsh reality of his situation sank in—he was at the mercy of a woman who despised him.

'Besides, Mrs Wales is among the richest person in the entire Country-H.'