Chapter 12 Who Are You?
“Charlotte, it's already ten in the morning. Are you still in bed? Is this how a wife behaves?”
Charlotte's eyes snapped open at the sound of the voice. It was Arthur's mother, Jennifer Harrison.
Jennifer had always been strict, unrelenting, and a stickler for rules. She'd never approved of Charlotte,
especially because she’d married her son after a one-night affair.
When she lived in the Harrison Villa, Jennifer was constantly on her case, dictating everything from her wake-up
tto what she ate, what she studied, and even when she could rest.
In the past, Charlotte had respected Jennifer, thinking that as Arthur's mother, she deserved it. But no matter
how much she obeyed, it was never enough.
After Julius was born, Jennifer had insisted on taking him to the Harrison Villa, saying he needed proper training
as the heir to the Harrison family. She claimed Charlotte wasn’t fit to raise him.
Despite Charlotte's pleas and even begging Arthur to let their son stay with her, Arthur had coldly responded,
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Don’t worry. My mother will take good care of him. You don’t need to be concerned.”
And just like that, she had been separated from her child, only allowed to see him occasionally.
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Now, with the phone still pressed against her ear, Charlotte groggily covered her eyes with her arm and sighed.
“Who is this?”
There was a moment of silence before Jennifer snapped back, her voice harsh. “Charlotte, have you lost your
mind? I'm Arthur's mother!”
“Oh.” Charlotte's response was casual, almost dismissive. “Didn’t you hear? | had a car accident. I've got a
concussion and memory loss.”
Jennifer was taken aback, but she quickly regained her composure. She didn’t care much for Charlotte, so she
hadn't heard
about the accident.
But she was furious at how Charlotte was
speaking to her, completely disregarding any semblance of respect.
“That's no excuse for slacking off,” Jennifer said sternly. “Get over to the Harrison Villa now. | have things to
discuss with you.”
“No.” Charlotte was direct, her refusal final. Without waiting for a reply, she hung up the phone.
She no longer cared about Arthur, so why would she care about his mother?
Jennifer, still holding the phone, stared at it in disbelief for a moment. Her face reddened with anger.
Without wasting another second, she immediately called Arthur. “Arthur, what is going on with Charlotte? She
hung up
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on me!”
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Arthur's voice sounded tired, drained. “She lost her memory. She doesn’t remember us. Don't take it personally,
Mom. Just wait for her to recover her memory.”
Jennifer scoffed, her voice dripping with disdain. “Well, make sure she gets it back soon. What kind of behavior is
this? She’s completely lost her manners! Bring her to the Harrison Villa tonight. There are things | need to ask
her.”
Arthur agreed wearily, ending the call.
He pressed his fingers to his temples, trying to ease the pounding headache that had been bothering him for
days. The stress and exhaustion had built
up, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't
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seem to sleep.
Just then, Grace entered the room, holding a file. “Mr. Harrison, we've found out where Ms. Aroma is. She'll be
attending Sir Caldwell’s birthday banquet in three days. The invitation has already been sent over. It would be a
perfect opportunity for you to meet with her and discuss buying her incense therapy for your insomnia.”