"What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean, Amaira.'' Charles shoved his hand into his pocket without breaking his gaze from her face. "She's your mother. Are you backstabbing your mother with this secret?"
"It isn't hidden that Javier and I dislike your mother. Even after knowing this, you are willing to give me information when you are aware that both of us will use information against Shirley and destroy her. If she is doing something as you mentioned, it won't be difficult for us to know. But what about you?"
"You are willingly destroying your mother. Why?" Charles didn't beat around the bush. He was straight to the point, as his brows converted into a frown.
He couldn't realize the motive behind her actions. She was like a hidden gem which he wanted to discover. In fact, his eyes glittered with dangerous glint at the thought of her playing tricks on them.
