Charles didn’t answer his grandmother. How could he not see how ridiculous his actions had been today, so unlike his usual self?
Since the day Anna asked for a divorce, he knew he was no longer the same Charles Bennett.
Beatrice sighed softly. "If you can’t let her go, then let go of your pride. You have to drop one of the two, don’t you?"
Charles frowned but remained silent.
He had never experienced the feeling of having his heart led by someone else. He had never tasted the confusion, pain, and frustration that came with losing someone.
Anna had made sure he experienced it all. She even drove him to do things he once scoffed at.
"You wouldn’t understand, Grandma," he muttered.
"You're right. I don’t understand, but you do, don’t you?" Beatrice shot him a sharp glance.
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