Chapter 8
Alexander suppressed his anger and walked over slowly: "Where's the Owen’s food and mine?"
Only then did Charlotte look up as if she was waking from a dream: "Oh, you're back?"
With that, Charlotte turned towards the kitchen and called out, "Lisa, you can serve the food now."
After calling out, she went back to eating quietly with her head down.
For a moment, Alexander didn't know where to direct his anger.
By now, Lisa had quickly brought out the food.
Alexander took one look, and his face darkened on the spot: "Did you make all this?"
Lisa seemed to realize something and hastily explained nervously: "Yes, Mrs. Forbes only made her own food. These dishes were made by me."
A wave of heat shot through Alexander. Fortunately, he took a deep breath and pushed it down.
After waving Lisa away, Alexander told Owen to go upstairs and change first.
Once everything was arranged, he sat down next to Charlotte and lowered his voice: "I haven't even settled things with you yet, and you're the one throwing a tantrum?"
Charlotte seemed not to understand what he meant, so she simply stopped eating: "I'm not throwing any tantrum. I just want to eat my meal in peace."
Alexander ground his teeth: "Then why did you only make food for yourself?"
Before he could finish, Charlotte interrupted impatiently: "I thought you'd eat with Sabrina, so I didn't cook extra. No point in wasting food."
However, Alexander detected a heavy dose of sarcasm in that, so he couldn't help questioning in a deep voice: "But I clearly sent you a message saying I'd be home for dinner."
Charlotte looked suddenly enlightened.
The next moment, she pulled out her phone right there, looked at it, and said indifferently: "Oh, I was busy earlier and didn't see the message."
The anger Alexander had barely suppressed nearly exploded: "Fine, I don't want to fight with you. But..."
"Say what you need to say quickly, don't delay my meal." Charlotte's face turned impatient again.
Alexander suddenly stood up, his chest heaving violently for a while before slowly returning to normal.
What's going on?
Is she really going to keep this up?
But no matter how much she fussed, she had to make soup for Sabrina.
Suppressing his irritation, Alexander gave a bland instruction: "Make the soup early tomorrow morning. I need to take it to the hospital for Sabrina."
Unexpectedly, Charlotte replied very simply and directly: "that will not happen."
"Charlotte, are you ever going to stop?"
"The earring incident was my fault; it has nothing to do with Sabrina. You don't need to target her at every turn."
"Besides, Sabrina's health is poor. Even Owen knows to care about Sabrina. Why do you have to be so stubborn and petty?"
Seeing Alexander openly standing up for Sabrina, Charlotte suddenly didn't want to hold back anymore.
She suddenly stood up from her chair: "First of all, she's the one who came over today to pester me. Second, I didn't push her. If your eyes have problems, please go to the hospital and see an eye doctor."
Seeing Charlotte so sharp-tongued for the first time, Alexander opened his mouth, taking a while to find his voice: "You're completely unreasonable!"
Charlotte smiled coldly: "However unreasonable I am, it's not your place to control me. If you have that energy, you might as well spend more time managing Sabrina."
"Oh, and I couldn't care less whether Sabrina's health is weak or not. Don't try to guilt-trip me."
"To be honest, I'd love it if she just died already."
Alexander never expected such vicious words to come out of Charlotte's mouth. He was so angry his fingers trembled: "Charlotte, and here I thought you were kind-hearted..."
"Stop right there." Charlotte waved her hand to interrupt. "Being nice to the wrong person. That's just stupid."
"For the past six months, every time Sabrina puts on a little act, you all force me to apologize to her without reason."
"You rent apartments for her, buy her bags worth hundreds of thousands, jewelry worth millions, but only give me little trinkets worth a few dozen dollars, or even free promotional items."
"Several times, you were sleeping in the same bed with me, but one phone call from Sabrina and you immediately rushed to her side..."
"You say you see her as a sister, but think about it carefully—you treat her even better than your own sister!"
"Alexander, stop fooling yourself!"
After saying all that in one breath, Charlotte closed her eyes and let out a long sigh: "Alexander, I'm done playing along. Do whatever you want."
With that, Charlotte turned to leave.
Alexander rushed to block her way.
"Charlotte, what are you freaking out about now? Everything I do is to help you two reconcile. Why can't you understand me?"
Alexander ran his hand through his hair in frustration: "Look, no matter what, Sabrina is still your real sister. You should take care of her no matter what."
"So you must make that soup for her tomorrow."
Looking at Alexander, still acting so entitled, Charlotte said word by word: "Not happening."
With that, she turned to go upstairs.
Watching her back, Alexander blurted out in anger: "In that case, let's get divorced."
Hearing this, Charlotte, who was about to step onto the stairs, suddenly stopped.
Seeing this, Alexander's face showed confident certainty.
Sure enough, Charlotte was still crazy about him.
Whenever he mentioned divorce, she would definitely give in.
In the heat of things, Charlotte finally turned around slowly. "Fine, then let's get divorced."