Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around! novel Chapter 94

"You’re talking like it's my fault." Mr. Jones' mouth was curved, but there was not a glimmer of amusement in his eyes.

Charles drank the wine quietly, agreeing tacitly.

"It's hard to see you care so much about a person." Mr. Jones sighed, implying something else. "Your mother disagrees with your Aunt Lewis, so forget about her defending Sophia. It's not very kind of you to… do that too."

The Harris and the Jones were going to be related by marriage. Sophia was the Jones' enemy, but the Harris family kept stepping up for Sophia. At least from an outsider's perspective, the Harris family was being mean to do that.

"People may not be clear about the accident two years ago, but there is no need for you to pretend otherwise. I was the one victimized, not the Jones. You don't have to keep coming to me as victims to get sympathy." Charles frowned slightly, lifted the red wine, and finished it all in one gulp. His handsome face was showing a rare hint of unconcealable anger.

Mr. Jones frowned. He looked puzzled and a little annoyed. "What am I pretending? Are you saying that we Jones plotted and created the accident two years ago?"

His voice raised slightly at the end.

"You know clearly what you did." Over the past two years, the Jones family had been making a fuss about this matter and made Charles get engaged to Leah. His patience was running out.

Mr. Jones looked directly at him and growled, "Charles, don't forget that when the police came, they said the evidence was prima facie."

"Hmph!" Charles sneered. "If you must play dumb and reason with me, please excuse me."

Then, he put the empty glass on the table and walked away.

Mr. Jones stayed where he was. The expression on his face changed, but he took a few quick steps to stop him. He said with a smile, "All right. If you don't like talking about it, we won't talk about it."

Charles glanced at him coolly. His expression had returned to normal, but he said nothing.

"I'm old and not as strong as you young people. Let's sit down and talk." Mr. Jones walked around Charles and sat down in the empty seat behind him.

Charles sat down across the seat from him. "You can just say whatever you want. I don't have much time."

"Charles, since you’re refusing to get engaged to Leah… Is it because you're still thinking of someone else?" Mr. Jones said.

The temperature in the hall was a little high. Charles took off his suit jacket and threw it over the back of his chair. "I just don't want to be with a woman whose head is full of conspiracies."

"Assuming the car accident two years ago was plotted and created by Leah, did she damage your interests? Did she damage the Harris family's interest?" Mr. Jones said, "No? Then why should you bother yourself in the matter?"

Charles snorted. "You have a very special way of justifying your daughter."

"I'm not justifying Leah. I just want you to take a less crooked path." Mr. Jones tapped his finger in front of him twice and said in the tone of an experienced man, "Your life has always been smooth growing up. Maybe Leah had tricked you and you can’t get over it, so…"

Charles cut him off, his voice cool. "You're admitting she's plotting against me?"

Mr. Jones paused and did not answer but went on saying, "Don't ruin your future because of your pride, Charles. Leah's got a little more going on in her mind, but she has never harmed you or the Harris family, and that's what matters."

"I never felt I needed a woman to provide for my future." Charles stared at him, implying something else. "I'm not like Uncle Jones."

Mr. Jones seemed to miss the point. "You're the best among the Harris family's third generations, but Master Harris doesn’t like you. Your share of the company is nothing compared to your uncle's kids, right?"